<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:44:23.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.denial.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>328</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-7372216974048836332</id><published>2009-01-25T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:40:46.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weiting made a wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;just cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://growingstage.wordpress.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7372216974048836332?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/7372216974048836332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=7372216974048836332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7372216974048836332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7372216974048836332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2009/01/weiting-made-wordpress.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-7346796754762368955</id><published>2009-01-25T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:06:15.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing?</title><content type='html'>Growing up is painful.&lt;br /&gt;You’re on the cusp of finding yourself.&lt;br /&gt;But the world is that huge, and you have no idea where to start looking.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you lose yourself, in the bid to be someone else.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you find bits of who you are, in the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone grows up wanting to be like someone.&lt;br /&gt;It could be people you know: your parents, friends, siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Could be people you admire: celebrities, idols.&lt;br /&gt;But on the way to finding ourselves, we try to be somebody we’re not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to fit in, try to blend, try to hide.&lt;br /&gt;We can’t do anything different because we’re afraid of being an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;We don’t try anything new because we’re afraid of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;But what we don’t realize is that, we need to be ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because living a life that’s not you, it’s hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to always want to be someone else. I still do, you know. I wish I was tall, thin, beautiful and talented.&lt;br /&gt;I’m willing to exchange my privacy for fame; slave through hours of training to perform on stage.&lt;br /&gt;But every jewel must come from some sort of precious stone.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re just a rock, no matter how much you grind and polish, you’ll still just be a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told myself that I’ve come to terms with being who I am, but I can tell you honestly, I haven’t.&lt;br /&gt;It might take me forever to realize that my dreams are too far-fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it the other day, and finally realized, that I had no idea what I want to do in the future.&lt;br /&gt;That thought scares me.&lt;br /&gt;Because all of a sudden, all the dreams and hopes I had been holding on to, just didn’t seem to be real.&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds I had been clinging on to just disappeared and I’m just free-falling back to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;A lot more to grow.&lt;br /&gt;That’s what life’s about right? Growing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I’m scared of life.&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared because I don’t know in which direction I’m growing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I should start a wordpress.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7346796754762368955?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/7346796754762368955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=7346796754762368955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7346796754762368955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7346796754762368955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2009/01/growing.html' title='Growing?'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-1566944404613606903</id><published>2008-12-14T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:42:57.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the letter meme... youyou</title><content type='html'>Cause Sheryl told me so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES: Do the “Letter MEME”. Tag no less than 5 other people, and leave them a comment, informing them that they have been tagged. Then copy the “How-to” Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry. How you do the Letter Meme: Dear (the last person who sent you a message): I don’t really know how to tell you this, but __1__. I think I realized it __2__ __3__ and I saw you __4__ __5__. I’m sure you’re __6__ enough to understand __7__. I’m returning __8__ to you, but I’ll keep __9__ as a memory. You should also know that I __10__ __11__. __12__, -Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;White - I’ll join the monastery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn’t match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You’re a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I’m selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You’re a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I’m in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kabob - With Paris Hilton Fish- In women’s clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What’s the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United’s goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I’ve felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn’t exist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we’re cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-eastWorried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I’m allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I’m open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What’s the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;W/X - David’s tricot outfits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water - Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - F*** off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In Pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[After doing the quiz...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sheryl: I don’t really know how to tell you this, but I’ll join the monastery. I think I realized it when I changed tennis shoes under the bus and I saw you sit on Donald Duck. I’m sure you’re cowardly enough to understand that Santa doesn’t exist. I’m returning your memories from the military service to you, but I’ll keep David’s tricot outfits as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession today about a new life as a clone. Go burn, Weiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the utmost love. &lt;br /&gt;I have no one to tag. So it'll just end here.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever curses are linked to this meme will hail upon me. Wtv. v___v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-1566944404613606903?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/1566944404613606903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=1566944404613606903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1566944404613606903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1566944404613606903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2008/12/letter-meme-youyou.html' title='the letter meme... youyou'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-7885530313657185664</id><published>2008-11-13T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:40:41.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puh-caw!</title><content type='html'>Ignore the title, dudes, ignore. the. title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, SP's having some really funky open house thingys in the recent few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;There's FACEOFF@TheMediaClub which we'll probably be helping out on the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;And FOR face off, we've been going around to random malls &lt;s&gt;and being pedophilic&lt;/s&gt; and trying to get O level students to sign up. (Tomorrow I'm going to Causeway. O_O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this parents forum thing on Saturday in which I have to guide parents around the school (kinda), to like... 5 stations. I'm like WTF, I totally work better with students. Parent? Nuh uh. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And random events are popping up in my life. Whoop-de-doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side, they aren't BAD events, eh? @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like writing. What happened to my skills and muse? *whispers* Have I ever &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; skills? O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7885530313657185664?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/7885530313657185664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=7885530313657185664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7885530313657185664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7885530313657185664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2008/11/puh-caw.html' title='puh-caw!'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-5553521999604015636</id><published>2008-10-06T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:55:54.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>polaroid, pls.</title><content type='html'>i want polaroid film.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT for going extinct. &lt;br /&gt;DDDD&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROT IN HELL, POLAROIDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-5553521999604015636?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/5553521999604015636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=5553521999604015636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5553521999604015636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5553521999604015636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2008/10/polaroid-pls.html' title='polaroid, pls.'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-2046982622727317892</id><published>2008-10-03T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:12:01.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once in a blue moon</title><content type='html'>How long has it been? Let's see... 23rd Feb to 3rd Oct... Some 7 months and 8 days?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around there.&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened, but none of them are exciting enough for me to pick up the enthusiasm to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was going back to AMKSS during Teachers Day and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;There was Beatrice's return to Singapore. Although short, but rather fruitful, I would say.&lt;br /&gt;There was exams and then seeing my results. 3.288 GPA Nothing I'd complain about but I definately could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;There was class chalet; by far the only class chalet where I felt more at ease and happy to attend. (Of course there was a huge incentive called MAHJONG.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was two days straight playing of Mahjong at Kathleen's house. &lt;br /&gt;It was really fun and it got me addicted to Mahjong all again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow life got all lethargic again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like doing anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but the emo bout came back for a little when I reread my old blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;But it took me no more than 4 blog posts to realize how childish I was back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaili said "you WERE a teenager."&lt;br /&gt;And I said "I still am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all that's over.&lt;br /&gt;I got a little frustrated when I was talking to Kathleen on MSN some two days back and I think my tone got a little too unreasonable. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find it hard to get along with other people. &lt;br /&gt;And I know it's my personality getting in the way again.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I do all the talking.&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's about time to shut my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to change right? I said this 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Kathleen. I don't wish to ruin your birthday. &lt;br /&gt;I want to celebrate Yijing's as well.&lt;br /&gt;I want to celebrate everyone's birthday. &lt;br /&gt;Just like you guys celebrated mine last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause birthday's are important to people. Or at least, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My update's getting too long again. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll update again. This may not become a habit. &lt;br /&gt;I'll change my blog address soon if it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-2046982622727317892?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/2046982622727317892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=2046982622727317892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/2046982622727317892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/2046982622727317892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-in-blue-moon.html' title='once in a blue moon'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-5475829651614319443</id><published>2008-02-23T03:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T04:02:04.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It comes like a fist on the side of your cheek. suddenly.</title><content type='html'>So... postings have been out for a full... hmm.... 4 5 days? &lt;br /&gt;I got into SP.. or so the people who actually read my blog already know..&lt;br /&gt;Diploma in Media and Communications.&lt;br /&gt;Which was my first choice. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know.. I have schoolmates! (well duh i have schoolmates.. but you know what i mean. schoolmates that used to be my schoolmates too.)&lt;br /&gt;Zaki (who's going... mechanical engineering, was it?)&lt;br /&gt;Yuanting (Biotechnology)&lt;br /&gt;Kimberlyn (same course as me. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;Ben Wong? Joyce? Jeslin?&lt;br /&gt;Even though I dont' really know who's jeslin... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least there's a number of AMKsians going there. Plus, I won't be alone. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an orientation week from the 7th to 11th before school starts on the 14th..&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that'll be fun?&lt;br /&gt;But from now till then i have over a month to do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; consider that job sushan was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all kinda scattered all over the place now..&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk about 10 years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly even 5 years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say... 6 months down the road... will we still keep in contact with out secondary school friends?&lt;br /&gt;Will i still talk to people like weilun, cand, taihuat, maurice, yainkyaw, xiangyun, rosalind, rueychyi, chmel, saykiong, lim, xinyu, xueyi, xuelong... the rest of 4.1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time to emo. &lt;br /&gt;Once it finally hits me that I may never see these people again.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Illusion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-5475829651614319443?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/5475829651614319443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=5475829651614319443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5475829651614319443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5475829651614319443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2008/02/so.html' title='It comes like a fist on the side of your cheek. suddenly.'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-5889267506161920961</id><published>2008-01-31T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:39:40.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughs</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so i was going through my stuff, since i've had a new cabinet for like 2 weeks now. and i found a stack of used exam paper. meaning those paper we're given to write on, the kind we'd smuggle home after the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words, exam foolscape. &lt;br /&gt;and i saw that i was... scribbling to myself.&lt;br /&gt;yes i do that alot. i have alot of time during exams. =.=&lt;br /&gt;the conversation was as follows. with my horrible, ugly, scribbly handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hopefully i'll do well"&lt;br /&gt;"hopefully i'll do well"&lt;br /&gt;"hopefully i'll do well"&lt;br /&gt;"you've invented your own cursive"&lt;br /&gt;"congrats =]"&lt;br /&gt;"it's not really cursive words if the words don't all stick together, right?"&lt;br /&gt;"this is just cause you're too lazy to lift your pen. it's not cursive."&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, well i like it."&lt;br /&gt;"so what, it's still not cursive."&lt;br /&gt;"whatever. you're still writing this way."&lt;br /&gt;"it's your hand."&lt;br /&gt;"you're brain." (with the ugly handwriting, the r looked like an l)&lt;br /&gt;"blain? haha. you stupid person. blain."&lt;br /&gt;"BRAIN. idiot. i'm getting teased by myself. wow. how nice."&lt;br /&gt;"r i g h t."&lt;br /&gt;"haha. not cursive."&lt;br /&gt;"its not cursive!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"it's squiggly writing."&lt;br /&gt;"IDIOT."&lt;br /&gt;"you're wasting your ink."&lt;br /&gt;"it's not ink, it's friggin pencil led."&lt;br /&gt;"fine whatever."&lt;br /&gt;"you are damn lame."&lt;br /&gt;"yes i know, don't need to repeat it."&lt;br /&gt;"funny aint it. (sarcasm)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i am weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and. there's something i MUST say. the other day, my mom and me were talking about how people in the past liked to combine their names into their child's names. so for example, ann + eric = annric or something stupid like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were drawing examples, and cause sheryl was the only one who i knew her mum and dad's names, i used her as an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i present, sheryl's would-be name. "frankephine." i spent a full 10 minutes laughing at that.&lt;br /&gt;it made me tear.&lt;br /&gt;frankephine. pwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. my bro said it sounds like frankenstein's wife. &gt;///&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-5889267506161920961?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/5889267506161920961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=5889267506161920961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5889267506161920961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5889267506161920961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2008/01/laughs.html' title='laughs'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-1827559586748113549</id><published>2008-01-24T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:45:10.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO.</title><content type='html'>many things have happened in the past four years&lt;br /&gt;many friendships have been built, and broken, and rebuilt again&lt;br /&gt;there have been tears and laughter, good times and bad&lt;br /&gt;but we all know we walk away different people than who we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of us love AMKSS, some of us hate it&lt;br /&gt;but we can't deny the fact that it's changed us&lt;br /&gt;for better or for worse, i'll always remember AMK as my second home&lt;br /&gt;fourone as brothers and sisters i never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through good times and bad&lt;br /&gt;i'll always remember amkss, fourone, netball, you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embrace 2008 as a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;things are going to be very different from now on, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very happy for those people who did really well in the Os&lt;br /&gt;as far as i know; weiying, qingyin, weilun, cand, taihuat, xinyi, kli, lilan, kath, yijing and so &lt;b&gt;many more&lt;/b&gt;. we've got what we've worked for and now we'll go exactly where we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to everyone cause we've made it past this point already. WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;(my heart's still beating really fast. is it adrenaline?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-1827559586748113549?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/1827559586748113549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=1827559586748113549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1827559586748113549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1827559586748113549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2008/01/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO.'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-1721133565060037291</id><published>2008-01-11T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:18:48.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexplainable</title><content type='html'>suddenly i realise, that i THOUGHT i had seen it all, i THOUGHT i'd gotten over it, i THOUGHT i'd put the past behind me. i thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does such news still affect me so much? because i don't hear my laughter amongst others? because i don't see myself smile anymore? because i don't.... belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i haven't gotten over it enough, to not fall backwards when the stroke of the cane falls again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-1721133565060037291?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/1721133565060037291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=1721133565060037291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1721133565060037291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1721133565060037291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2008/01/unexplainable.html' title='unexplainable'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-8848064634443440533</id><published>2008-01-08T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:30:29.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeah and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’ll wait for the day when i can really say: &lt;br /&gt;you laugh at my d u m b e s t jokes&lt;br /&gt;put up with my w o r s t m o o d s-&lt;br /&gt;go along with my c r a z y i d e a s ..&lt;br /&gt;and still end up sticking around to be my best friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-8848064634443440533?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/8848064634443440533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=8848064634443440533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8848064634443440533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8848064634443440533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-yeah-and-ill-wait-for-day-when-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-5849332955830003755</id><published>2008-01-08T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:19:41.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a new year, a new me.</title><content type='html'>2007's gone, 2008 is here. so many things have happened in the past year.&lt;br /&gt;good things, and bad. bad more than good, but still unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt so much in this one year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how people can be good, yet bad. bad, yet good.&lt;br /&gt;how people you thought were your friends, could turn out not to be. people you thought were your enemies, turn out to be friends you never got to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the start of 2006, i gave up on a friendship, i never should have.&lt;br /&gt;weiying and sushan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;weiying&lt;/u&gt;'s bold, brave, loyal, and she has a set of her own ideas. she knows what she's doing, and she always stays true to what she thinks is right. i remember when i had a fight with sheryl, when i felt very... disturbed. she opened some of my doors, gave me more paths to walk. she showed me that i was a much better person than i thought i was, and for that. thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sushan&lt;/u&gt; is someone who's always there for you. no matter who you've argued with, who you're friends with, who you pretend to be, and who you really are. she's the kind that you can never hate. (although i have found her behaviours annoying before) through it all, though, she's still someone i'm glad to have as a friend. she's been there for me, since sec 1. i'll always remember that you were the first person to come and talk to me. and i'll always remember that &lt;s&gt;i hit you in the face with a netball&lt;/s&gt; you were there for me when i need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for clinging on to the two of you and treating you guys like a life raft and letting go once my feet touched shallow water. i'm sorry. i suddenly don't think i'm such a good person anymore. if i was, i wouldn't make such a mistake. i'm sorry, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2006 i let go of these two friendships, for another. in 2007, i went back to these friendships. i don't regret ever going back, i only regret letting go again. like i said, weiying helped lay out my cards, clearly so i could see everything. she opened doors. and stupidly, i closed them. when i was given a chance to make my life a little less miserable, i chose to continue on the same path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of coming up with excuses, words i tell myself so i'll feel better. which is why, in 2008, there'll be no more coming up with excuses for others. i know what's going on, and i'll have to keep a clear, open mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning of 2007, i was happy, i wanted to keep everything as it was. but it didn't stay as it was, and naturally, i wasn't happy. but to change a word and say the truth, i wasn't popular, that's what i meant. to me, i was an outcast, and i didn't like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not going to put that in my dictionary anymore. i have friends that people would kill to have, only cause i know how much they mean to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;kaili&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been so nice all this time. it's like no one can get on your nerves. and you've put up with me, that's the important part. there have been times i'm sure i've gotten on your nerves. but it's been a good 4 years. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;yijing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW i get on your nerves. alot. but hey, we still manage to stay chirpy and happy. it like little blows to a friendship this strong will make no difference. you're... special. to me, at least. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;yuanting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've quarrelled before. and i'm sorry for being swayed so easilly. but i'll always remember how much we used to depend on each other in sec 2. how netball brought us together. how basketball brought us together. how i never could hate you. you're a great friend. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;huixian&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting by me in maths class, you've been tolerant to my never-stopping maths questions and we've talked a lot as well. i know later on, we weren't on the best terms, but i hope i never lose you as a friend. remember to keep in contact, let's go out some day. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;huanqing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;169 buddy! you opened many of my closed eyes. i now see many things differently. even though you've annoyed me before, i've probably annoyed you as well. thank you for good times and bad. i remember when it would be gan ga when you went to pick sheryl up, and then it changed to me going to pick sheryl up. but guess what, we still manage to keep in contact, good enough. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;kathleen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for showing me XGB. for introducing me to the veggie garden. for picking on me, 酸ing me, 破根ing, but most of all for introducing me to such nice people. thank you for planning so many things for my birthday. i'll always remember this birthday. sweet 16. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2007, i've realised that the people i want to fit in with, have never been there for me. and in the pursuit of these people, i've forgotten the people who have always been with me, beside me, behind me. people who actually see me for who i am, instead of who i pretend i am. kathleen, lilan, kaili, cheryl, thank you for that surprise birthday bash. i know i didn’t seem very surprised and touched, but i was, and i didn’t know what to say. just thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially kathleen, you've made this years birthday unforgettable. thank you so much. i'm glad i have you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people have helped me in 2007. so many people have gone through 2007 together. 4.1, we've been through alot. and even though, now, in the end, we're still not very bonded, but we've had good times. more bad times then good, but unforgettable good times. like the bus trip back from the tampines library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just about to label every single person in our class and thank them. &lt;br /&gt;rueychyi, qinying, kaili, kim, rosalind, sushan, weiying, xiangyun, xinyu, yijing, huiyi, veronica, xueyi, peiyi, wanshi, huixian, huanqing, sheryl, yuanting, cand, maurice (thank you for remembering my bday), taihuat, weilun, benjamin, james, lim, &lt;s&gt;zaki&lt;/s&gt;, chuen poo, xuelong, say kiong, jeremy, alex, nic, tan, ziyang, kyaw, jimmy, jingxian. and i'm kidding about striking zaki out. thank you too. for being such an ass, so that i can now judge people better. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you recrea netballers of AMKSS, juniors, seniors, trainees from xishan.&lt;br /&gt;thank you 4/1, chinese class, english class, our class, this class.&lt;br /&gt;thank you teachers, people, important people.&lt;br /&gt;2007 was bad. it was good. 2008'll be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sheryl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things have happened. you're still one of the most important friends i have. even though i've seen alot go by. whether we'll stay in contact, i'm not too sure. whether we've changed, and the friendship between us is no longer the same, i'm not sure either. but i know i'll always remember you. remember the fun we used to have, the joy we used to share. reading your old blog posts, we had fun times. i had fun, at least. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i've finally finished thanking everyone. there's still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WIFEY! 老婆!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(even though she doesn't read this)&lt;br /&gt;the way we met was netball. the way we stayed together was 仁甫. the way we STAY together now, is that i still love you~~ &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;oh and.. yeah, you're 禹哲cd is still with me. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... HAPPY 2008 EVERYONE!! (who reads my blog that is)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-5849332955830003755?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/5849332955830003755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=5849332955830003755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5849332955830003755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5849332955830003755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-new-year-new-me.html' title='it&apos;s a new year, a new me.'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-3264991358220134434</id><published>2007-11-17T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:44:40.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>唐禹哲来也～</title><content type='html'>today i went to look for yuzhe. but apparently, i watched him from afar.&lt;br /&gt;he's not the first artiste i've turned my back on, but he's the first one that i didn't want to turn away from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY IT'S A FAD. LIVEWITHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, that's me being exaggerated. oh well. yuzhe's a... guy. a good-looking guy, who has features that resemble a girls. i don't think that's a good thing though. oh well. he's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause he's sick (aww, he's sick. 咻咻... 乖喉,要快快养病～)he took a mineral water bottle from the back after he finished singing 最爱还是你. then perhaps he had too firm a grip, he spilled water down his front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;禹哲：我不是故意的哦。如果是故意的，我应该穿白色衬衫。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the signing began. and let me say this, that friggin left-hander, is SLOW. S-L-O-W. but from what i saw later on, his signature was the full kind. not the kind where you just sign a big D and leave it at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, everytime a fan gave him their presents, he would peer inside like a little kid and ask (probably) what i was. which amused me. anyways, there came a time where the fans saw fit to scream his name. which he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌迷：禹哲～&lt;br /&gt;禹哲：干吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without looking up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well.. some fans hadn't taken their medicine and decided it would be fun to scream high-pitched and for no apparent reason. so there i was, standing in the open area above the fountain of wealth and they, hidden in the shadows of the underground walls, saw fit to start emitting high-pitched sound waves that freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody hasn't been taking their medicine~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;禹哲来了，也走了。错过就是错过，我不会后悔；不会作出让我遗憾的事情。&lt;br /&gt;老婆不好意思啦，没帮你签到～&lt;br /&gt;蛮多人嘀，所以… sorry 啦～&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-3264991358220134434?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/3264991358220134434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=3264991358220134434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3264991358220134434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3264991358220134434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_17.html' title='唐禹哲来也～'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-8976913735175477377</id><published>2007-11-14T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:48:08.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever notice how much work goes into a movie. for example harrypotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo and steve (script writer) took i-dno-how-long-but-you-can-guess to collaborate on the script. that's like idnohowmany emails! to and fro. since most likely jo has stuff that she needs IN the movie that steve suggests to CUT OUT. so NYEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the making of the sets. the cinematographer has to go hunt for filming sets. if he can't find a suitable setting he's got to create it. he goes and gets together with the director, producer, scriptwriter(maybe) and they start to churn out ideas. maybe they need a designer to get in the designs suitable for the film era. so when they've finally gotten the exact look for the place, they start to construct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, the architects. they lay out the structure for the carpenters and the carpenters build the first model. some weird people (i dno what they're called) come and put in the texture for the flooring, walls etc etc. then come the painters who do the final coat and present to you what you see on the movie screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the furniture is selected appropriately and they're put in to fit the set. like dumbledore's office. he's got a big desk with lots of wonky astronomy stuff cause he's into that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after you're done with the setting of the scene, you move on to the people. of course by now you have to have your actors selected and what not. then they've got to get into character. understand the character and create clothes they would wear. such as favourite colors and such. for dumbledore, i'm sure he'll be fond of something midnight blue and comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add the beard the hat the glasses blah blah and you have dumbledore. after the scene's done. you send these shots to the editor. you have all these different angled shots and it's his job to cut and paste them together. he sends these to the director and if he likes it they'll take it. otherwise, more tweaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the surroundings are noisy and the dialogue can't be heard, there's the dubbing. which is =.= yeah you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with all that, the finishing touch is the music. ever notice how important background music is? a movie's dead without background music. there's not feeling, no rise and fall, it's a dead movie. therefore. background music. IMPORTANT. get an orchestra or band together and get them playing music. of course you have to find someone to write the damned thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. all that just to make a movie. don't think the actors are the only ones that are in agony and whatnot. which is why i reckon stuckup actors and actresses are just a bunch of bull. they're not the only people who've done stuff for the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which makes me even more determined to get into that line. GACK. if i can't be on screen (which is a definate) i'll be off screen. BEHIND THE SCENES!! MEHHHH~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-8976913735175477377?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/8976913735175477377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=8976913735175477377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8976913735175477377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8976913735175477377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/11/ever-notice-how-much-work-goes-into.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-73574855138643388</id><published>2007-11-06T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:25:58.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW GOOD'S YOUR LOGIC?</title><content type='html'>four prisoners were ready to be executed. &lt;br /&gt;however, the executioner gave them chance to earn their freedom.&lt;br /&gt;he told them that he had 6 hats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 white 2 black 1 red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four people were made to stand in one straight line where person #4 can see #3 #2 and #1, person #3 can see #2 and #1, person #2 can see #1 and #1 cannot see anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hat was put on each of their heads and they were NOT allowed to see the colors of the two extra hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were given a time limit to find out what color hat they were wearing and if they answered correctly, no matter who said it correctly, all four would be set free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the whole time, no one said anything until 1 second before the time was up, the first person, who couldn't see anyone infront of him, shouted his hat color and got it correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's his color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO mirror, NO reflection, he WAS wearing a hat, and NO the people behind him did no tell him what he was wearing. NO STUPID ANSWERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're interested for the ans, ask me. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-73574855138643388?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/73574855138643388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=73574855138643388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/73574855138643388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/73574855138643388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-goods-your-logic.html' title='HOW GOOD&apos;S YOUR LOGIC?'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-61976094221419521</id><published>2007-11-05T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:58:08.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>原来大哭一场是有用的…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-61976094221419521?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/61976094221419521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=61976094221419521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/61976094221419521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/61976094221419521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-4722907329770695642</id><published>2007-11-05T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:54:57.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kay, so it's so frigging easy to make the whole world hate you, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make people like you? you can't even do that forcefully even if you rip your skin off. so, what? i'm annoying. i can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;people find me annoying, that's why some of them shun me away from them. and then even if i run into a corner, NO ONE FRIGGIN CARES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why won't you learn? people aren't going to notice you're noth there just cause you turn your back on them. you're not IMPORTANT enough! think you don't care about popularity? think again. it's not popularity you care about, it's the fact that no one cares. that's not even popularity. it's existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up you friggin small eyed maggot freak. you're a nobody and crying isn't going to help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-4722907329770695642?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/4722907329770695642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=4722907329770695642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/4722907329770695642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/4722907329770695642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/11/kay-so-its-so-frigging-easy-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-2685675185623560258</id><published>2007-10-28T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T03:54:38.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SADNESS</title><content type='html'>KYAW IS EVIL! HIS gazillion-years-ago blogpost made me cry. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;u kno? like saying "this is it, lets leave this place..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/1. we know we rocked amkss.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid kyaw. you're having fun aren't you, making me cry and all with your.. blunt words and... harsh reality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/1... we know we rocked AMKSS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-2685675185623560258?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/2685675185623560258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=2685675185623560258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/2685675185623560258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/2685675185623560258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/10/sadness.html' title='SADNESS'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-6349393615605352997</id><published>2007-10-12T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:19:01.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNOYING</title><content type='html'>stupid blogger is annoying me. freak it. GAHLAMEMAMOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-6349393615605352997?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/6349393615605352997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=6349393615605352997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/6349393615605352997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/6349393615605352997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/10/annoying.html' title='ANNOYING'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-1051978210407284550</id><published>2007-10-11T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T02:46:09.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH</title><content type='html'>EDIT: i think blogger's allergic to emo-ing. it screwed up my blog template..&lt;br /&gt;EDIT2: retarded shit can't have &lt;-/-3 as a title. screws the whole template up. bloodyblogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many links on the left side of my blog. linking me to others, and others back to me. but many of them i don't visit. some, don't mean a thing to me, people that i'm not all that well acquainted to. some, mean too much to me, which is why i can't bear to step into their blogs anymore. because everytime i go there, a part of me falls apart. i uncover some truth beneath spoken lies and a part of my soul is ripped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the saddest part about being lied to, is knowing you're not worth the truth. once again, i'm not worth knowing the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now onwards, i shall stop visiting those blogs. heck, one of these days i may just delete the links so as to draw a clean break. but i'm very sure that even if i delete those links, i'll still be able to memorise them by heart. which is the saddest thing, in my opinion. because i'm making someone a PRIORITY when i'm only an OPTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, kath's doing a pretty good job at cheering me up. spend more time with her and i may find myself a much happier person. ^^ thank you~ i WUBB you and i'll definately miss you whent the time comes to part.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-1329837533016373011</id><published>2007-10-08T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:12:52.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sadded song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我能看得见&lt;br /&gt;就能轻易的分辨白天黑夜&lt;br /&gt;就能准确的在人群中&lt;br /&gt;牵住你的手&lt;br /&gt;如果我能看得见&lt;br /&gt;就能驾车带你到处遨游&lt;br /&gt;就能惊喜的从背后&lt;br /&gt;给你一个拥抱&lt;br /&gt;如果我能看得见&lt;br /&gt;生命也许完全不同&lt;br /&gt;可能我想要的我喜欢的我爱的&lt;br /&gt;都不一样&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼前的黑不是黑&lt;br /&gt;你说的白是什么白&lt;br /&gt;人们说的天空蓝&lt;br /&gt;是我记忆中那团白云背后的蓝天&lt;br /&gt;我望向你的脸&lt;br /&gt;却只能看见一片虚无&lt;br /&gt;是不是上帝在我眼前遮住了帘&lt;br /&gt;忘了掀开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是我的眼&lt;br /&gt;带我领略四季的变换&lt;br /&gt;你是我的眼&lt;br /&gt;带我穿越拥挤的人潮&lt;br /&gt;你是我的眼&lt;br /&gt;带我阅读浩瀚的书海&lt;br /&gt;因为你是我的眼&lt;br /&gt;让我看见这世界&lt;br /&gt;就在我眼前&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-1329837533016373011?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/1329837533016373011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=1329837533016373011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1329837533016373011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1329837533016373011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/10/sadded-song.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-3871392406130989994</id><published>2007-10-07T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:55:36.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah...</title><content type='html'>why is it sometimes it's the little things that no one notices that mean alot. it's words spoken in a light-hearted manner that can shatter hearts. it's things done with no intention of harming anyone that breaks a person down. it's those little things that people do that make your heart keel over and weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO SHIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(怎么一读到有关星光帮的事就变开朗了起来…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well anyways. i like this particular excerpt from My Sister's Keeper that i keep re-reading. well.. two excerpts actually.. many excerpt but two in particular. well i'll type one out today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  'Mom?' Jesse comes into the living room, where I am sitting on the couch. I've been there for hour now. I ca't seem to be able to make myself get up and do any of the things that I am supposed to do, because what is the point of packing school lunches or hemming a pair of pants or paying the heating bill? &lt;br /&gt;  'Mom,' Jesse says again. 'You didn't forget, did you?'&lt;br /&gt;  I look at him as if he is speaking Greek. 'What?'&lt;br /&gt;  'You said you'd take me to buy new cleats after we go to the orthdonist. You &lt;i&gt;promised&lt;/i&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;  Yes, I did. Because soccer starts two days from now, and Jesse's outgrown his old pair. But now I do not know if I can drag myself to the orthodonist's, where the receptionist will smile at Kate and tell me, like she always does, how beautiful my children are. And there is something about the thought of going to Sports Authority that seems downright obscene.&lt;br /&gt;  'I'm cancelling the orthodonist appointment,' I say.&lt;br /&gt;  'Cool!' He smiles, his silver mouth glinting. 'Can we just go get the cleats?'&lt;br /&gt;  'Now is not a good time.'&lt;br /&gt;  'But-'&lt;br /&gt;  '&lt;i&gt;Jesse&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt;Let&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt;It&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt;Go&lt;/i&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;  'I can't play if I don't get new shoes. And you're not even &lt;i&gt;doing&lt;/i&gt; anything. You're just sitting here.'&lt;br /&gt;  'Your sister,' I say evenly, 'is incredibly sick. I'm sorry if that interferes with your dentist appointment or your plan to go buy a pair of cleats. But those things don't rate quite as high in the grand scheme of things right now. I'd think that since you're ten, you might be able to grow up enough to realize that the world doesn't alwyas revolve around you.'&lt;br /&gt;  Jesse looks out the window, where Kate straddles the arm of and oak tree, coaching Anna in how to climb up. 'Yeah, &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;, she's sick,' he says. 'Why don't &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/I&gt; grow up? Why don't you figure out that the whole world doesn't revolve around &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;?'&lt;br /&gt;  For the first time in my life I begin to understand how a parent might hit a child - it's because you can look into their eyes and see a reflection of yourself that you wish you hadn't. Jesse runs upstairs to slam the door to his bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;  I close my eyes, take a few deep breaths. And it strikes me: not everyone dies of old age. People get run over by cars. People crash in airplanes. People choke on peanuts. There are no guarantees about anything, least of all one's future.&lt;br /&gt;  With a sigh I walk upstairs, knock on my son's door. He has just recently discovered music; it throbs through the thin line of light at the base of the door. As Jesse turns down the stereo the notes flatten abruptly. '&lt;i&gt;What&lt;/i&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;  'I'd like to talk to you. I'd like to apologize.'&lt;br /&gt;  There is a scuffle on the other side of the door, and then it swings open. Blood covers Jesses's mouth, a vampire's lipstick; bits of wire stick out like a seamstress's pins. I notice the fork he is holding, and realize this is what he has used to pull off his braces. 'Now you never have to take me anywhere,' he says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-3871392406130989994?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/3871392406130989994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=3871392406130989994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3871392406130989994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3871392406130989994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/10/blah.html' title='blah...'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-3421421161470791969</id><published>2007-10-05T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:21:40.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不知怎么悲观了呢… (微笑)</title><content type='html'>莫名其妙的，从今天下午就开始悲观了起来，走往巴士站的时候都想流泪… 希望我勉强的笑容可以掩盖伤透的心吧…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我发现我这个人好怪，好矛盾； 时而乐观，时而悲观； 让我自己都不知道是怎么一回事。对于生命给我的考验，几乎都是精神上的挑战，好象在逗弄我，看我撑不撑得下去；看我何时会崩溃，发疯。我只要对自己说我撑得住，对我似乎好像会有什么神奇的力量…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感觉好像明峰得知报纸上的报道那时的心情… 好闷哦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毕业典礼那天，会是怎样的心情？&lt;br /&gt;如果我不是我，会不会过得比较快乐呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;总在我身边 - 星光帮&lt;/u&gt; (本人认为这首歌很适合毕业典礼)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我总不相信自己 也无法面对现实&lt;br /&gt;当生命失去了光 我就失去了方向&lt;br /&gt;前路依然很模糊 要挣脱许多束缚&lt;br /&gt;你让我依靠 让我坚强 你守护在我身旁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每当我需要依靠你 你一定会在这里&lt;br /&gt;有你的地方就有阳光 你总会在我身旁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我还不够坚强 推翻命运的围墙&lt;br /&gt;你还是和我在一起 给我无限的勇气&lt;br /&gt;路依然走的困难 当我变成了负担&lt;br /&gt;你依然把握紧紧拉着 我就是最幸福的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每当我需要依靠你 你一定会在这里&lt;br /&gt;有你的地方就有阳光 你总会在我身旁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(就在这里所有人开始哭)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每当我需要依靠你 你一定会在这里&lt;br /&gt;有你的地方就有阳光 你总会在我身旁&lt;br /&gt;每当我需要依靠你 你一定会在这里&lt;br /&gt;有你的地方就有阳光 你总会在我身旁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这首歌让我想起很多还没发生的事情，未来到底会怎样？我想… 现在没人在乎(我)，以后也不会…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-3421421161470791969?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/3421421161470791969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=3421421161470791969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3421421161470791969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3421421161470791969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='不知怎么悲观了呢… (微笑)'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-819928573212628446</id><published>2007-10-05T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:43:52.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i begin to understand how someone can break down in public. when depression haunts you, it haunts you like mad. thoughts keep running through your mind and remind you of things that you don't want to remember. it's almost as though there's this devil in you that wishes to see you crumble under your own negative thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also figured that being lonely wasn't all that simple. sometimes you'll feel like this quote: "best friends are the kind of people who can be walking in opposite directions but still be walking side by side." and sometimes you feel like this one: "true lonliness isn't being alone, it's feeling alone even when you're surrounded by others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loneliness is relative.. which sucks. BIG time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-819928573212628446?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/819928573212628446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=819928573212628446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/819928573212628446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/819928573212628446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-begin-to-understand-how-someone-can.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-6756683998627515790</id><published>2007-09-26T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:43:24.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH. DUCKIE~</title><content type='html'>Good.. or .. i consider good news. i guess.. hmm.. i dno. but yeah, i think it's good news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from what my mum says, we're not going to US next may. ^^ which means i'm not leaving singapore. but that also means that i'm going to HAVE to get into the course i want. and that also means that i'll still continue to miss the things from USA.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;previously, i was quite adamant against going to the states, but now i think of it, once you say i'm not going, i feel like going over.. which is contradictive and totally annoying. i think it happens to me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like that lil incident with prom. i said i wouldn't go. and after that, i feel like going. which created this huge fuss at home... and annoyed me. anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess if i were to die this very instance, i would have alot of regrets. which is really really messed up. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, that's about all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i've had like two days straight slacking. cept some random studying during random periods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yst: SLEPT through chem. slacked in math and eng.&lt;br /&gt;today: maths - no teacher. PE - slack. recess - eat. chinese - slack/chem. phys - phys ws/sleep/slack. EC - no teacher = cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUANG~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not very good for me.. =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-6756683998627515790?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/6756683998627515790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=6756683998627515790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/6756683998627515790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/6756683998627515790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/09/bah-duckie.html' title='BAH. DUCKIE~'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-9160919443336763371</id><published>2007-09-23T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:46:02.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like OMGWTF</title><content type='html'>ok... so -_____- why're singapore students so fuckass smart? and i'm like the only stupid/lazy one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been looking at the courses online and figured that i may not actually want mass comm as much as i thought i would... but yeah, it's most likely still on my list cause ... well DUH i have a little bit of interest in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i think my first choice would be Film, Sound and Video.. also from NP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Film, Sound and Video (FSV) NP - THEYDON'TFUCKINGACCEPTJAE!! wthwthwthwth.. i'm so fugging sad now.. =[&lt;br /&gt;*2. Media and Communication (DMC) SP - 12 EL(1-4)&lt;br /&gt;*3. Mass Communication NP (MCM) - 13 EL(1-3)&lt;br /&gt;4. Diploma in Digital Visual Effects (DVFX) NP - new course EL(1-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. so annoying.. RAWR. it's driving me nuts... and it seems that CCAs abit no use.. therefore.. i'm screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-9160919443336763371?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/9160919443336763371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=9160919443336763371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/9160919443336763371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/9160919443336763371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/09/like-omgwtf.html' title='like OMGWTF'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-1157142618790653840</id><published>2007-09-15T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:33:17.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGHMYASSOFF</title><content type='html'>OMG LA.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH THIS!! and laugh your friggin ass off at xiaozhu's english. i ONLY just realised that his english is that horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXinbJJ7gJU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXinbJJ7gJU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can't even say the twelve months correctly.&lt;br /&gt;might i quote him "octember" LMAO. and june = gym july = juna!&lt;br /&gt;LMAOLMAOLMAOLMAOLMAO august = aukaugust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao gui's so much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years old = yas o&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable = ibelebable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xg: what time is it?&lt;br /&gt;xz: it is six... tenclock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xg: how many people are there in your family?&lt;br /&gt;xz: three people.&lt;br /&gt;xg: three people? an eh-&lt;br /&gt;xz: the father *sorry* my mother.&lt;br /&gt;xg: and then...&lt;br /&gt;xz: me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xz: because, i home. in my home... dog.. very very much.&lt;br /&gt;xg: o, ni jia li gou hen duo?&lt;br /&gt;xz: yeah, cat, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;xg: mao.&lt;br /&gt;xz: and... zhang lang. *mumblesomethingidunundst*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xz: na wo wen ni, ma zhen me jiang?&lt;br /&gt;xg: meh~ my girlfriend. -______-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-1157142618790653840?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/1157142618790653840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=1157142618790653840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1157142618790653840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1157142618790653840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/09/laughmyassoff.html' title='LAUGHMYASSOFF'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-1021809808894447805</id><published>2007-09-14T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T13:43:43.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAHHHH</title><content type='html'>first i'll reply the tags. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;PUP:i'm back!!&lt;br /&gt;kathleen:woo~ yeah~&lt;br /&gt;kyaw: ?? *confused* no way! u de person with total ownage powers! ;D&lt;br /&gt;kai li: *smtg about motion of the ocean*&lt;br /&gt;SHERYL: you already know what happened then. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Chmel: weiyingweiyingweiying =D&lt;br /&gt;tickledpink: yes yes, i have. YOUDIDN'T GETSORTED!!!WTHH&lt;br /&gt;kai li: lmao. i have weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;! HUANQING: ?? *doesn't know what she's talking abt*&lt;br /&gt;thomas: wee~ hope you liked it. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;kyaw: i did!! i mean, i am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs, 13 sept 2007: last day of prelims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and precisely on that day i hadda get sick. wtf. that is so friggin messed up. anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was... awoken.. awaken from my slumber by my asshole stomach which refused to let me sleep. the bloody thing was.. i dno feeling queasy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i thought it was gastric so i drank some milk. didn't help much cause i actually had diarrhoea after that.. so -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. i kept feeling like i wanted to puke and it annoyed me. cause first of all, i haven't puked in ages. second of all, i don't like the feeling of puking. (who does..) but like.. REALLY don't like. so yeah. and you know that salty taste you get just before you puke? uh huh, it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the first time i just stood there... not wanting to puke. the taste went away.&lt;br /&gt;the second time i actually went to the toilet bowl but nothing came out. and the third time i finally let it out. you guys don't want the details, i'm quite sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i had no idea my stomach contained so many things.. i mean, first diarrhoea, then barf. it's like.. WHOA. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and that *points at above* all happened.. since.. 4+ (knows the time cause bro was watching soccer) and i went to bed at 1.30+ and i went to school at 6.45 (woke up at 6.15) so technically, i didn't sleep.. much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i felt much better after puking, considering it was my stomach that kept bothering me. but noo~ when i got to school. DURING the exam, i felt even worse. lying down wasn't helping, sitting straight wasn't helping, i dno.. it just felt.. queer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed home after the damned paper and even then, i wasn't thinking straight. so. yeah, when i got home, the most i could manage was to take off my skirt and socks and put my bag on my chair (which it fell off and i didn't care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept all the way till my mum came back (12.45pm) she took half day off. and i had fever. HOMGNOWAY. yes way. annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no appetite = no food = gastric = puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at night, when i finally woke up (previously semi-concious) i took soya beancurd and... milo.. and puked it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking it was safe to take more milo, i took some. and attempted to swallow panadol with milo (doesn't work).. and puked it all out as well.. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, got my panadol down and turned on the air con and went to bed. was quite happy at night cause i didn't feel cold.. which means i didn't have no fever no more. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and morning came and i felt... pretty good. so yeah, i'm.. better now. not counting the feeling soft and weak all over. even now, my stomach still feels a little queasy.. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uh huh.. this morn... my BROTHER puked. i dno why.. seems to be cause of me. &gt;&lt; b..but. i didn't do nothing!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. to all those who hadda endure stupid torturing career fest (or whatever it is), GET SICK! it helps ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those that wished me get well soon, you helped me!! &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-1021809808894447805?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/1021809808894447805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=1021809808894447805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1021809808894447805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1021809808894447805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/09/blahhhh.html' title='BLAHHHH'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-8780777605903830351</id><published>2007-09-08T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:57:01.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEIRDREAMITIS</title><content type='html'>yeah so yst was fun. and kyaw won!!! i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goth!Kyaw and Maurice and Chuen Poo won. TOPMODEL~ wee... my voice broke cause i scram (past tense of scream) too much. YuanTing got Most Photogenic. COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i'm gushing over Goth!Kyaw and i'm quite sure candhira thinks i'm in love w kyaw. he's partially wrong/correct. i'm in love with GOTH!KYAW. notkyaw. and GOTH!KYAW only comes once in a blue moon. WEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yuanting looked FAB in AGOGO~ esp the sash. and the makeup was well done by kli. she really had the designer look when she was standing besides yuanting. cause designers have this LOOK. that tells you. oh, this is a great designer. plus cause she was wearing pretty simple stuff so she looked even MORE like a designer. like those who hide backstage and are too bashful to come on stage kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. congrats to both models and their designers. might i add that after the whole thing, kyaw was being bombarded by fangirls [/exaggeration] but SERIOUSLY. way cool. maurice and cpoo are COOL dudes to actually think up his whole ghettup. way COOOOOOLLLL. *hyper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesh. so i got home like.. 12+ last night, took shower and slep at 2.30am cause i was waiting for my hair to dry. my mum thinks i'm an idiot for not blowing it dry with the hair dryer. what can i say? i was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heels hurt like friggin muchly. my left pinky toe has a blister... -____- but still, i like them heels. shall go buy flats tmr. (if possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. this morn i had the weirdest dream. those of you who aren't VHers may find yourself lost at points of time while reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-first of all, i dreamt that i was in the US. and that i was in high school (judging from the lockers). &lt;br /&gt;-so i'm a friggin new student, please, it's not a good feeling. and so's Sheryl(i don't know why). &lt;br /&gt;-we were actually sitting at the bleachers(non-americans may not get this) and i see ALI(sheryl should know who) and i'm like oO *hugs*. [FYI sheryl, he's buff in my dream.. for some odd reason] &lt;br /&gt;-and then we leave, i ask what's his first lesson and he says "chem" and sheryl says "chem" my frigging scheduale says "phys" so i go. &lt;br /&gt;-but daleska and andrea pop up (only sheryl should not be confused here). &lt;br /&gt;-i'm like. oO "daleska, when'd you come back from new mex?" &lt;br /&gt;-and w/o her reply, andrea goes "but fabian's not here." and i'm like oO??&lt;br /&gt;-when we get to class, i talk to the teacher (heck her name) and pass by some singing class!! @_@&lt;br /&gt;-new student = people oogle + i was wearing what i wore yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;-some weird prac stuff. PLEASE WE WERE STARING AT CHEESE CRUMBLES!! oO?? WTF.&lt;br /&gt;-when we sat down, it got all VH cause i saw kaoru. [fyi non-VHers, his face is ryo nishkido] and i was thinking "aint kao a first year? what's he doing w us second years?" and the tags flashed across my very eyes.. ask me why i have weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;-class ended and i(at this point have already become silver) follow him out of class&lt;br /&gt;-only to be joined by roxanne(herfaceis ueto aya) and kaitlyn(herfaceis genie zhuowenxuan).&lt;br /&gt;-and we lose him.&lt;br /&gt;-at this point of time something weird happens, which i myself don't even understand. smtg about kao avoiding us and asking us to go away because he was becoming pixely or fading out or smtg like that.&lt;br /&gt;-and we're suddenly ... in an elevator. (DON'T ASK ME WHY!!)&lt;br /&gt;-the buttons are funky. like there were like this. (inorderfromtoptobottom) 4 3 2 1 G 1 2 3 4&lt;br /&gt;-i pressed the bolded ones 4 3 &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; 1 &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt; 1 &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; 3 4 and when we got from button G downwards, the elevator started freefalling.&lt;br /&gt;-me, kli and sheryl (yes now normal) got out and the place was... weird. and somehow i knew something was funky. &lt;br /&gt;-i said it was all an illusion and i found an exit (stupidly covered by a piece of cloth. oO!!)&lt;br /&gt;-before we can leave, roxanne, silver and kaitlyn start attacking us. (yes! imagine a mini uetoaya, geniezhuo and elvahsiao coming after you trying to kill you)&lt;br /&gt;-anyways, i came up with a stupid idea that whatever i did, to them, they couldn't do to me. (which in fact they actually just did whatever we did) so, w roxanne on my tail. i started attacking her. -__- &lt;br /&gt;-it erupted into a battle with illusional weapons and fading bullets.&lt;br /&gt;-in the end the main dude got caught and became good. (weirdo)&lt;br /&gt;-he became our.. teacher. and Ashen got better grades than me. so i(Silver again) made a big fuss and started bitching around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up. why do i ALWAYS get weird dreams. and for those who didn't understand the VH people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Winters: puppeteer-weiting celeb-elvahisao&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne Winters: puppeteer-kli celeb-uetoaya&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn Winters: puppeteer-sheryl celeb-geniezhuo&lt;br /&gt;Kaoru Li: puppeteer-weknowher as kaoru celeb-ryonishkido&lt;br /&gt;Ashen Aurora: puppeteer-cheryltan celeb-some random model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. -_______________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which btw reminds me of a dream i had where i was fighting with.. shaojie? or was it fabian? (kinda far apart but still). and as weapons, we used chicken drumsticks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-8780777605903830351?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/8780777605903830351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=8780777605903830351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8780777605903830351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8780777605903830351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/09/weirdreamitis.html' title='WEIRDREAMITIS'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-8060297309396380752</id><published>2007-09-06T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:08:56.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZAKI B DJUANDA</title><content type='html'>1.(the person who tagged you is...)&lt;br /&gt;number two flirter in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.(your relationship with him/her is...)&lt;br /&gt;he annoys the hell out of me. and yes, he's my evil twin brother. kthnxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.(5 impressions you have of him/her...)&lt;br /&gt;flirt, annoyance, lame, black, racist (i had a bunch of words to choose from)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.(the most memorable thing he/she has done for you)&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea, left me alone/threw paper balls at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.(the most memorable words he/she has said to you)&lt;br /&gt;i don't rmb the stuff he says, it's not impt enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.(if he/she becomes your lover, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;this won't ever happen. i won't let it. i'd rather bite my tongue off and die a slow death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.(if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be)&lt;br /&gt;w/o becoming my lover, he should already improve on his own attitude and know when NOT to be an annoyance/backstabber/bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.(if he/she becomes your enemy, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;chop off his banana so that he loses male hormones, turns gay and starts flirting w xuelong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.(if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be...)&lt;br /&gt;cause he already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.(the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is...)&lt;br /&gt;dress him up in a pretty little dress so xuelong will fall in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.(your overall impression of him/her is...)&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to write good things about him.. but i found out that i couldn't find anything good. no hard feelings, sucka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-8060297309396380752?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/8060297309396380752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=8060297309396380752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8060297309396380752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8060297309396380752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/09/zaki-b-djuanda.html' title='ZAKI B DJUANDA'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-3100627546257821936</id><published>2007-09-05T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:41:11.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala~</title><content type='html'>i'll do the quiz thingy when i get back. and i'm just posting cause i love my new blogskin. WEEEOOO~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-3100627546257821936?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/3100627546257821936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=3100627546257821936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3100627546257821936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3100627546257821936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/09/lalala.html' title='lalala~'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-1694457607862778305</id><published>2007-09-04T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:52:30.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TESTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; test test test &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. don't you think the block thingy looks cooooolll~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-1694457607862778305?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/1694457607862778305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=1694457607862778305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1694457607862778305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1694457607862778305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/09/testing.html' title='TESTING'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-3253517320398841340</id><published>2007-09-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:31:10.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMMMOOOOOO~!</title><content type='html'>let me first make this clear to huanqing. she DID NOT make me emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather the fact that there's an 80% chance that i'm going to USA next May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hold up. MY MUM SAID "WHAT THE HELL?" WHEN SHE'S BEEN TELLING US NOT TO!! HAHAHA*&lt;br /&gt;*back to being Emo!Weiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i don't really know whether i'm happy or sad about. it's as though going back there will fufil alot of my cravings and wants, but at the same time leaving singapore seems to bring my world down. there are so many things for me to stay back here for, but then again, my future will be better in USA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a whole four years if i decide to go (if we're going) and it's almost as though you're ripping off a part of me for four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four years will be good enough to weaken ALREADY WEAK friendship bonds and.. well i don't know if i'll be able to live w/o friends. (i typed frieds. HOMG.) and besides, the incentives for me to go over are not very big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eg. &lt;br /&gt;-no VHers live in TEXAS. they may be in USA, but NOT TEXAS.&lt;br /&gt;-the biggest incentive (aka Fabian) is no longer there. so a big NONO.&lt;br /&gt;-i probably WON'T see any of my ex-classmates cause i'll be two years ahead of them.&lt;br /&gt;-i won't attend college with BEATRICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see~ absolutely NO incentives.... psychologically and emotionally that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. EMOEMOEMOEMOEMO... KYAW WHERE ARE YOU!! TALK TO ME~ ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-3253517320398841340?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/3253517320398841340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=3253517320398841340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3253517320398841340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3253517320398841340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/09/emmmoooooo.html' title='EMMMOOOOOO~!'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-5148810407998206311</id><published>2007-09-04T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:15:22.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD!</title><content type='html'>i cooked myself some noodles and a sausage for my lunch today. and the friggin sausage exploded on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it did.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mdeITy9sXgo/Rt09y_VTwcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pFJYtnPlhE4/s1600-h/-denial-000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mdeITy9sXgo/Rt09y_VTwcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pFJYtnPlhE4/s320/-denial-000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106305498711572930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.. after finishing that, i was still hungry. so i made myself some cereal. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mdeITy9sXgo/Rt09_fVTwdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ngd-hD63D3Q/s1600-h/-denial-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mdeITy9sXgo/Rt09_fVTwdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ngd-hD63D3Q/s320/-denial-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106305713459937746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and that's all i've got to say about today. ^^ nothing much is there? hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and that i'm really really really busy on VH.. for some weird reason. even though silver aint that popular, i've got stuff to do. like HOMG NOWAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-5148810407998206311?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/5148810407998206311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=5148810407998206311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5148810407998206311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5148810407998206311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/09/food.html' title='FOOD!'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mdeITy9sXgo/Rt09y_VTwcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pFJYtnPlhE4/s72-c/-denial-000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-2094768360426667287</id><published>2007-09-02T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:04:13.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ilovedansontang, DTalltheway! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>like HOMG *spasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tangyuzhe has a FRIGGIN NAVAL PIERCING!! like omgwtf. that is so fuggling messed up.. i swear i am not going to look at that picture again.. just that my eyes will drift from the lyrics on that page to the little silver stud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darnnit. *goescrazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not like this. i do not like this at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still like danson. yay. anyways, his songs rock. and if it weren't for the fact that i can't type chinese, i would dedicate a whole chinese entry to him cause i love him so much, as niang as he may be. (he's SO NOT niang! say that one more time and i'll poke your nose!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuzhe~ &lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-2094768360426667287?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/2094768360426667287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=2094768360426667287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/2094768360426667287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/2094768360426667287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/09/ilovedansontang-dtalltheway-3.html' title='ilovedansontang, DTalltheway! &lt;3'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-2190806621202804924</id><published>2007-08-28T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:06:53.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEILUN</title><content type='html'>1.(the persons who tagged you are...)&lt;br /&gt;Qiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.(your relationship with them...)&lt;br /&gt;i'm secretly in love with him.. NAW.. pretty good friends ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.(5 impressions you have of him/her...)&lt;br /&gt;super duper lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.(the most memorable thing he/she has done for you)&lt;br /&gt;eh. be lame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.(the most memorable words he/she has said to you)&lt;br /&gt;eh... i dno. i can't remember the words he said.. but i can imagine his voice right now.. *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.(if he/she becomes your lover, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;make him teach me everything i dno. he'll be a walking sec 4 dictionary.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.(if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be)&lt;br /&gt;be less... i dno, don't really know his bad stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.(if he/she becomes your enemy, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;tear up his textbooks and watch him wither and die. MUAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.(if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be...)&lt;br /&gt;won't be~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.(the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is..)&lt;br /&gt;wish him all the best for his Os. JIAYOU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.(your overall impression of him/her is...)&lt;br /&gt;weirdo.. he still surprises me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-2190806621202804924?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/2190806621202804924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=2190806621202804924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/2190806621202804924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/2190806621202804924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/08/weilun.html' title='WEILUN'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-4449693869828632628</id><published>2007-08-23T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:28:26.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in the midst of cooking my lunch and currently holding a frozen sausage in my hand while the microwave oven cook my noodle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-4449693869828632628?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/4449693869828632628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=4449693869828632628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/4449693869828632628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/4449693869828632628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-in-midst-of-cooking-my-lunch-and.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-28310350672756794</id><published>2007-08-20T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:49:26.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wxI5sBAOoEE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wxI5sBAOoEE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周杰伦 - 不能说的秘密 插曲 钢琴版.&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhh this i DAMN good~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QBE5VnTErM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QBE5VnTErM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3pjSopdiEhY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3pjSopdiEhY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma in lubbu lubbu~ &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-28310350672756794?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/28310350672756794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=28310350672756794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/28310350672756794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/28310350672756794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-1705636834736959187</id><published>2007-08-19T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:15:39.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POOI EE~</title><content type='html'>1.(the persons who tagged you are...)&lt;br /&gt;aidonggua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.(your relationship with them...)&lt;br /&gt;i am her height and she is my eyes. we live happily together. dun jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.(5 impressions you have of him/her...)&lt;br /&gt;short, maniacal-laughter, laughter damn random la!, runner, big eyes. (more than five words but i don't care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.(the most memorable thing he/she has done for you)&lt;br /&gt;i dno.. dun rmb le.. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.(the most memorable words he/she has said to you)&lt;br /&gt;SMALL EYES. i will never forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.(if he/she becomes your lover, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;i will break a backbone from always leaning down to talk to her.. shorty. WHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.(if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be)&lt;br /&gt;stop laughing. she'll burst la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.(if he/she becomes your enemy, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;whack her neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.(if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be...)&lt;br /&gt;bu ke neng de ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.(the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is..)&lt;br /&gt;pull her legs so she'll grow taller. see i SO nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.(your overall impression of him/her is...)&lt;br /&gt;short girl with a wild laughter.. cannot stop one.. no off button..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-1705636834736959187?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/1705636834736959187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=1705636834736959187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1705636834736959187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1705636834736959187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/08/pooi-ee.html' title='POOI EE~'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-7631958083983371758</id><published>2007-08-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:22:20.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoe yee aka xue er</title><content type='html'>1.(the person who tagged you is...)&lt;br /&gt;sheryl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.(your relationship with him/her is...)&lt;br /&gt;she's actually my mistress.. remember not to mention this to my wife.. SHH. zhe shi bu neneg shuo de mi mi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.(5 impressions you have of him/her...)&lt;br /&gt;moody, swingy, bishy bashy smishy smashy (wth?!?) um. emo, sad, quiet, moody, random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.(the most memorable thing he/she has done for you)&lt;br /&gt;bought me my 7th grade year book &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.(the most memorable words he/she has said to you)&lt;br /&gt;WEEEE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.(if he/she becomes your lover, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;-smack- don't emo. but it'll never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.(if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be)&lt;br /&gt;-smack- don't emo. but it'll never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.(if he/she becomes your enemy, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;get ZAKI/RYAN/GARY/KENNETH/DARREN/XUELONG/ZIQIAN to stand in the doorway of her house and sing christmas carols in achapella (whatever you spell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.(if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be...)&lt;br /&gt;cause i dno.. (what happened the last time... *shrugs*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.(the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is...)&lt;br /&gt;LET'S GO BUY SHOES~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.(your overall impression of him/her is...)&lt;br /&gt;she means too much. *nods*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7631958083983371758?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/7631958083983371758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=7631958083983371758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7631958083983371758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7631958083983371758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/08/shoe-yee-aka-xue-er.html' title='shoe yee aka xue er'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-8447223819277806533</id><published>2007-08-19T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:05:22.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GHAILEE</title><content type='html'>1.(the person who tagged you is...)&lt;br /&gt;kaili aka ghailee/kli or fukli~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.(your relationship with him/her is...)&lt;br /&gt;we're twins. uh huh. you'd better believe it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.(5 impressions you have of him/her...)&lt;br /&gt;blur, insensitive, slow, funny, eclairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.(the most memorable thing he/she has done for you)&lt;br /&gt;eh... she puts ups with my nonsenses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.(the most memorable words he/she has said to you)&lt;br /&gt;chinish? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.(if he/she becomes your lover, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;brace myself for fierce competition ... many ppl will want to be her lover. but they won't be.. cause I AM. MUAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.(if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be)&lt;br /&gt;less blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.(if he/she becomes your enemy, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;get xuelong to stand outside her house and sing.. with an amplifier.. (RIGHT BACK ACHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.(if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be...)&lt;br /&gt;cause she planted xuelong outside my house singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.(the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is...)&lt;br /&gt;make Silver love Roxanne even more.. despite the fact that roxanne doesn't love silver at all... BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.(your overall impression of him/her is...)&lt;br /&gt;a great friend.. she hates no one and no one hates her.. she's... undeniably, blur. woots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-8447223819277806533?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/8447223819277806533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=8447223819277806533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8447223819277806533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8447223819277806533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/08/ghailee.html' title='GHAILEE'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-7890464401387816396</id><published>2007-08-19T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:31:14.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THUYAIN~</title><content type='html'>Now cause i've already passed this on before i'll just do it up to qn 11 =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.(the person who tagged you is...)&lt;br /&gt;Thuyain.. WEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.(your relationship with him/her is...)&lt;br /&gt;GREAT friends. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.(5 impressions you have of him/her...)&lt;br /&gt;lame, random, lovable, can-cook!, NICE~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.(the most memorable thing he/she has done for you)&lt;br /&gt;talked to me when i was emo and helped me by making me happy~ loveya~ =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.(the most memorable words he/she has said to you)&lt;br /&gt;um.. forgot.. but i have the convo saved somewhere around here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.(if he/she becomes your lover, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;have lame jokes to listen to everyday. what fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.(if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be)&lt;br /&gt;less ... insensitive? Actually he's not really insensitive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.(if he/she becomes your enemy, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;get ear plugs so i won't have to listen to his lameness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.(if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be...)&lt;br /&gt;his insensitiveness. (jkjk!!) naw.. thuyain will never be my enemy.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.(the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is...)&lt;br /&gt;imma be his GREAT friend~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.(your overall impression of him/her is...)&lt;br /&gt;sweet, lame, random, pretty good future husband. (just like we said... *_*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7890464401387816396?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/7890464401387816396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=7890464401387816396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7890464401387816396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7890464401387816396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/08/thuyain.html' title='THUYAIN~'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-5716843555140158498</id><published>2007-08-19T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:37:40.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>Aww... Thu Yain is such a sweet guy. He makes me feel good. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quote his blog.. =D&lt;br /&gt;1.(the person who tagged you is...)&lt;br /&gt;wei ting aka hulk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.(your relationship with him/her is...)&lt;br /&gt;good friends? i dun get much chance to talk to her =O SORRY! +__+ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.(5 impressions you have of him/her...)&lt;br /&gt;ermm, vulnerable yet puts a strong front...i also dunno y? @_@ let people in girl! =O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.(the most memorable thing he/she has done for you)&lt;br /&gt;THE BADGE! =X or perhaps its memorable cos its most recent. ^^ thanks anw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.(the most memorable words he/she has said to you)&lt;br /&gt;thu yain.--&gt; nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.(if he/she becomes your lover, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;get a full body armour. she assasults me randomly a lot~ XD HAHA KIDDIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.(if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be)&lt;br /&gt;more confident! ^^ it'll bring out the best in u! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.(if he/she becomes your enemy, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;get a full body armour. cos she'll take the gun i was plannin to use n whack me instd of shooting me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.(if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be...)&lt;br /&gt;my insensitive-ness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.(the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is...)&lt;br /&gt;promote myself to be a GREAT friend of hers instd of good frnd. giv her support? +_+ i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.(your overall impression of him/her is...)&lt;br /&gt;WACKY but dun show it often. SWEET but dun show it often. loyal? i jus get a hunch she is =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OF COURSE I'LL DO YOURS.. just gotta... hold on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-5716843555140158498?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/5716843555140158498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=5716843555140158498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5716843555140158498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5716843555140158498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-7745642767185707701</id><published>2007-08-18T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:44:44.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizz</title><content type='html'>Answer the following questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.(the person who tagged you is...)&lt;br /&gt;Chmel Oon Wei Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.(your relationship with him/her is...)&lt;br /&gt;Um... hard to say. Close friends i guess. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.(5 impressions you have of him/her...)&lt;br /&gt;Smart, UN-random, confident, fashionable, lively &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.(the most memorable thing he/she has done for you)&lt;br /&gt;Um.. Forgiving me for doing stupid things and not having bad impressions against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.(the most memorable words he/she has said to you)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but i can never hate you. (or something along that lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.(if he/she becomes your lover, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;Idk, give her surprises every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.(if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be)&lt;br /&gt;Less emotional(??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.(if he/she becomes your enemy, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we did anything? Just, leave her alone i presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.(if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be...)&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.(the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is...)&lt;br /&gt;Stay friends from now onwards. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.(your overall impression of him/her is...)&lt;br /&gt;Great, religious, dedicated person~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.(how you think people around you will feel about you)&lt;br /&gt;Annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.(the characteristic you love about yourself is...)&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, i don't love anything about myself. Humor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.(on the contrary, the characteristic you hate about yourself is...)&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite hate myself either. Annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.(the most ideal person you want to be is...)&lt;br /&gt;Peiyi? Cause no one can hate her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.(for people that care and like you, say something to them...)&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember you guys, and i feel as though i'm dying, saying all these things and all. It's like being emo all over again. Thanks for all you guys have done and I hope you guys will always be there when i need you. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.(pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TRY NOT TO PEEP AT THE QUESTION BELOW BEFORE WRITING DOWN THE NAME.)&lt;br /&gt;1) Sheryl&lt;br /&gt;2) Kaili&lt;br /&gt;3) Weiying&lt;br /&gt;4) Thuyain&lt;br /&gt;5) Zaki&lt;br /&gt;6) Peiyi&lt;br /&gt;7) Candhira&lt;br /&gt;8) Weilun&lt;br /&gt;9) Huixian&lt;br /&gt;10) Zongren (totally just trying to fill in the names... =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(who is no.6 having relationship with?)&lt;br /&gt;Peiyi?? I dno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.9 a male or female?)&lt;br /&gt;Female.. unless she's hiding something from me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?)&lt;br /&gt;EH. HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What is no.2 studying about?)&lt;br /&gt;Everything that a normal Sec Sch student's studying about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?)&lt;br /&gt;Um... Just... Last Fri? Talking counts right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What kind of music band does no.8 like?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure, he's usually blasting eng songs off his cell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 has any siblings?)&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. A&lt;s&gt;n annoying&lt;/s&gt; younger brother. Darren Yeo Wen Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will you woo no.3?)&lt;br /&gt;Me? Woo Weiying? Unless my hormones are out of order, then sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How about no.7?)&lt;br /&gt;Apparently.. NOT. He's nice and all but.. har har&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.4 single?)&lt;br /&gt;As far as i know... yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's the surname of no.5?)&lt;br /&gt;OMG. YOU'VE GOT ME STUMPED. Mohamad Zaki B Djuana. Go figure, which is his surname?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's the name of no.10?)&lt;br /&gt;Zong Ren Chang Jing Zhu Yu (Zong Ren Long Neck Pig Fish ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's the hobby of no.4?)&lt;br /&gt;Being lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do no.5 and 9 get along well?)&lt;br /&gt;Not.... exactly. But they don't fight if that's what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where is no.2 studying at?)&lt;br /&gt;Ang Mo Kio Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Say something casual about no.1)&lt;br /&gt;Is short. Snort~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Have you try developing feelings for no.8?)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Maybe. Maybe Not. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where does no.9 live?)&lt;br /&gt;Idk... Serangoon? Somewhere far where her bro/dad has to fetch her to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What color does no.4 like?)&lt;br /&gt;Blue? or Black (i'm judging this fro his blog colours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?)&lt;br /&gt;If they don't fight with each other/bite off each others heads, i'm sure they could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.7 likes no.2?)&lt;br /&gt;from what i know 7 already has someone else in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How did you get to know no.2?)&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1. We met in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 have any pets?)&lt;br /&gt;Had two hamsters. One died. BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?)&lt;br /&gt;*PUKES*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7745642767185707701?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/7745642767185707701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=7745642767185707701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7745642767185707701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7745642767185707701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/08/quizz.html' title='quizz'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-7493583083880562485</id><published>2007-08-14T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:42:20.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll tell you why you're like that. cause you're a bloody ass fucked up shit. i don't even know why i call you Dipstick.Asshole.Dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh dammit. it's supposed to be &lt;b&gt;funny&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;DAD&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7493583083880562485?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/7493583083880562485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=7493583083880562485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7493583083880562485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7493583083880562485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-tell-you-why-youre-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-2405832161857905358</id><published>2007-08-13T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:52:14.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>plus that little distinction for my MT oral. (which i thought for sure i had screwed up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing the signs that.&lt;br /&gt;"chu le fang bian yi wai hai you shen me qi ta de hao chu ma?"&lt;br /&gt;-stares- "uh..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-2405832161857905358?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/2405832161857905358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=2405832161857905358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/2405832161857905358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/2405832161857905358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/08/plus-that-little-distinction-for-my-mt.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-8256479104638413656</id><published>2007-08-13T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:48:28.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEE~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew what it was like to shed tears of joy. not until today, that is. it's such a nice feeling, getting good grades when you thought your world was gonna come crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strictly speaking, i never expected myself to get an A1 for my chinese Os.. due to the fact that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i thought i screwed up my oral&lt;br /&gt;-i STUPIDLY changed two of my correct answers in the LC to the wrong answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought my chinese was a gone case. apparently, god was being nice to me and he gave me an A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda depressed before the results came out. wy went down to look at the results for her and sushan. then yijing say fit to call kath and ask about kath's results since we saw her jumping up and down from upstairs. so... i just asked her... whether it was good or not. and yijing said i got an A1. previously, i was hugging the pillar, screaming in frustration. then everything became light and frothy~ wee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. me and sushan ran down and i went bonkers. since sheryl also confirmed that i got A1 (along w wl). so yeah. happy~ called my mum and told her the news. i was... tearing ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then... my mum msgs me back asking. "did you say A or A1?" apparently she didn't hear me right.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so therefore i am happy. then again, there's the prospect that i may have screwed up my picture discussion in today's EL oral... &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-8256479104638413656?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/8256479104638413656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=8256479104638413656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8256479104638413656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8256479104638413656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/08/wee-i-never-knew-what-it-was-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-6261210274177351362</id><published>2007-08-09T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:02:25.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for k-box yesterday. my throat hurt like mad this morning.. nothing much left to blog about... hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-6261210274177351362?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/6261210274177351362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=6261210274177351362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/6261210274177351362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/6261210274177351362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-9099522974181034017</id><published>2007-07-27T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:31:05.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>totally.... allergic to ... AHHHH!!! cannot. must. stop. self. from. stooping. as. low. as. others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm regretting prom... =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-9099522974181034017?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/9099522974181034017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=9099522974181034017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/9099522974181034017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/9099522974181034017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/07/totally.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-1789372351231009529</id><published>2007-07-27T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:21:23.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siannnn</title><content type='html'>[why do people cry? i don't really get how sometimes you don't WANT to cry, but the tears still flow all the same. frankly, it's annoying. cause your mum goes: "cry for what? we're not scolding you." and you wanna act all tough by saying: "do you think i want to?" but then you say it and your voice gets caught in your throat cause of your mucus and stuff. totally W.E.A.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. totally shitted cock up with the prom and the vacation. so, here's the laydown. i NEVER intended to attend prom. but due to certain courses of events, i decided "fine. i'll go." and it hits me, straight in the face. overseas trip. only thing i remember about it is that we leave 15 nov. and the prom's 22 nov. so i call my dad IN CASE the vacation's not till then. he says it's up to the 25th. CONGRATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. so the update now is that my dad changed the flight (but i didn't know) and i [thought] i couldn't go (and he didn't know). so he "changed the flight for nothing" and for some reason or another, when he gets flustered... it's not... a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. (notice i use anyways alot..) he gets flustered... i get... more flustered. then... confirmed by all others, the seat has in fact been taken. then confirmed by sushan, her side's taken too. so i'm screwed. but then candhira, being such a nice person, offered me his seat. which was SUPER NICE. anyways. i couldn't do that!! *tsk* so... yeah... from what mau and can say, there can be up to 12 people in one table... which i'm still kinda... *edge away* about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paranoia... help.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^above post was written at 10.41pm 26.07.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current situation: EFFING CONFUSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i don't know what's going on.. cause no one's saying anything. they're just all getting "pissed off" and crying and agitated and stuff and i don't know what's going on.. but it SEEMS that i'm supposed to be sitting with sushan, wy, xy, veron, suettheng ++ and many more. but anyways. i don't think i'm going to be sitting down much on that day, judging by the circumstances.. i guess all this wouldn’t be as taxing and ... annoying if i didn’t go.. but now i’ve given my word i can’t back out. lest my absence ruin others day cause of the pricing and other shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it would all have been better if i hadn’t made my mind up to go in the first place. I’d be a happier person... i guess.... i mean. what’s prom night? It’s nothing big is it..... i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t know.. i’m just... feeling very awkward now. as though there’s this nagging feeling in the back of my head. i feel like i’m going to throw up or something. as though my body’s telling me that i’ve done something or made some decision that i shouldn’t have. i think i’m going to spoil my day and everyone elses... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go emo in a corner. tootles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i had never made stupid decisions. wouldn’t it be~ nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i have a borrowing list. well, books lent out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harrypotter andthe chamberofsecrets : ruey chyi&lt;br /&gt;harrypotter andthe prisonerofazkaban : yijing&lt;br /&gt;my sisters keeper : weiying&lt;br /&gt;the five people you meet in heaven : wenyan&lt;br /&gt;a walk to remember : wenyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i've borrowed. &lt;br /&gt;yijing : ye man tian nu&lt;br /&gt;aunty jo : it started with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have a feeling i've borrowed something else... but.... hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-1789372351231009529?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/1789372351231009529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=1789372351231009529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1789372351231009529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1789372351231009529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/07/siannnn.html' title='siannnn'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-8572696640453784413</id><published>2007-07-10T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:22:30.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am having a sudden bout of emoism...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why. hmm. i'm not like.. depressed or anything. kinda just like.. thinking about past things. like why things have evolved into the way that they are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm complaining how things are at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found my old friends again and things are the way they were supposed to be back in secondary three. but somehow, a part of me wants to return to secondary three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going shopping with friends. taking neoprints like mad. not a care in the world. it's like... we had nothing to worry about. no problems. just being our stupid crazy happy selves (with hidden feelings and whatnot.) but... it was fun. i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i AM happy.. just not AS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though the neoprint phase has passed, looking at the chunks of neoprints i have, makes me want to go and take a whole carton of neos. provided i have the money... *mumblesgrumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go back to secondary three. i know it's not possible. but i guess, to relive just one day of the past would make me happy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have changed from last time. they've changed SO drastically. alot of us are already past the arguing-and-making-up stage. the gossip-about-the-most-ridiculous-things time. the 'ohmygosh-he-likes-her/she-likes-him' era. the backstab-each-other-then-still-be-friends time. the groupsplitting, pangsehing days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have become friends, argued, broken up, found newfriends, argued, broken up, and the cycle goes on. i dno... it feels like i'm a whole different person yet exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't really changed... for the worse/better.. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just want to lie to myself all over again. i don't care what happened in the past, i just really really want to go back to it. it sucks that way and makes no sense but that's what my mind is doing right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making no sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i'm suddenly having urges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the urge to take neoprints&lt;br /&gt;the urge to go shopping&lt;br /&gt;the urge to buy miniskirts (the straightkind)&lt;br /&gt;the urge to wear miniskirts (OMGWTF)&lt;br /&gt;the urge to buy a bag&lt;br /&gt;the urge to buy converse shoes&lt;br /&gt;the urge to play netball&lt;br /&gt;the urge to play volleyball&lt;br /&gt;the urge to play basketball&lt;br /&gt;the urge to buy tees&lt;br /&gt;the urge to dress up (DON'T ASK ME WHY. I DON'T KNOW WHY THE HELL WHY -_-)&lt;br /&gt;the urge to be someone i'm not&lt;br /&gt;the urge to watch a movie (hmm.. must be hp's fault..)&lt;br /&gt;the urge to buy flats&lt;br /&gt;the urge to be someone i'm not (did i already say that?)&lt;br /&gt;the urge to.... have less urges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH. shmite me oh mighty shmiter.. (this is psyco babble. wah wah wah.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-8572696640453784413?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/8572696640453784413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=8572696640453784413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8572696640453784413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8572696640453784413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-having-sudden-bout-of-emoism.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-7459163046250946737</id><published>2007-07-09T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:11:59.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh ashen~ you're rubbing it in my face aren't you. but hardie har hars you don't read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i just found out that that little... 100g box of After Eight ANYTIME (the little bite sized after eights) cost 6.50.. not 4.50 as i remembered them as.. *gaspshockwee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i vow i will never buy such expensive sweets again... and because of buying such expensive sweets and expensive magazines on my walk-galore w beatrice, i have now become broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS THE FRIGGIN CLASS PHOTOS TOOK UP HALF MY MONEY AND THEY'RE NOT EVEN NICE PICS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i'm currently REALLY broke.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really REALLY broke. woe is me.. ;[ *is grumpy about it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i met beatrice at vivo. at first i had NO idea where she was when i got there. actually, i kinda forgot that we were meeting at vivo (thought we were meeting at dhoby ghaut) until i got to DG and figured i might as well walk towards the purple line. then it struck me. *GASP* i'm meeting her at vivo. as she told me last night (@ 11++ pm.. no wonder i didn't remember). so, i take the mrt down to vivo and take a chance and call her mothers number. or atleast, the number her mom was using in sg the last time. and it got through!! booyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i met up with her. saw her mum and her dad.. and her brother (who's gotten real BEEFY) and her other brother (whos still really short.. and a little.. bit ... fatter than before) anyways. we walked all over vivo. up and down and up and down. before i pleaded w her to change the surroundings. seriously, vivo gets boring when you don't buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we go to orchard. on the way to orchard (cause we gotta change trains at DG) she says she wants to go to PS. so we go. then we walk around a little bit. and... she says she wants to walk to orchard. *headdesk* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so we walk to orchard. i SWEAR that i've got straight intestines, cause everything (or most the time) after i finish my food. i GOTTA take a dump. which sucks.. stupid straight intestines irking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then. we go to kino, renew my membership card, (CURSE KINO FOR NOT RESTOCKING MY CERES BOOK 7), talk somemore and yadda blah.. then we 'go home' on the way back to the mrt. she suddenly tells me she wants to go to the basement to get some food. *headdesk again* so we turn back the way we came and go get what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i go out with her.. she makes me spend money. =[ *grumblesmumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that we go home. and at the mrt, we split.&lt;br /&gt;saddening but.. oh well. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny things she said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let's bounce (says this each time she wants to continue walking)."&lt;br /&gt;"singapore's birthday? singapore day or somethin'?" (when talking to sheryl on the phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid things she did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made an "aqua" talk so i could hear his/her voice. it was totally retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this "aqua" (i dno. this 'girl' has a REALLY deep voice. but is... pretty good looking..i guess) in the shop and beatrice wanted me to hear her voice. cause i didn't hear it (was outside the shop eating kou rou bao) so she whispers to me "hold on. i'll ask her." and i'm panicking like *ask her what?!?!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she goes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beatrice: um excuse me, do you have these brown shorts?&lt;br /&gt;sales..thing: um... which brown shorts? are they these? (shows shorts)&lt;br /&gt;.... conts...&lt;br /&gt;othersalesgirl: when did you see these pants?&lt;br /&gt;beatrice: um.. last july?&lt;br /&gt;salesgirl: wow. last july. one year.&lt;br /&gt;salesthing: haha. last year than of course we don't have it.&lt;br /&gt;beatrice: then it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;(so we walk over to the other side of the room)&lt;br /&gt;salesthing: last year you'll have to search yellow pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's probably laughing at beatrice for looking for something so last season, but in actual fact. she/he's getting laughed at.. so.. who gets the last laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we leave i look at beatrice with this awestruck expression and say to her "i can't believe you actually did that." i hope that person heard me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'M MEAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's basically all that. that was on.. sun. on sat i went to service w chmel and kli and all the other people that i know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;EAT SALMON MUSHROOM PASTA. LOOKS GOOD TASTES GOOD. IS good. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7459163046250946737?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/7459163046250946737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=7459163046250946737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7459163046250946737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7459163046250946737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-ashen-youre-rubbing-it-in-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-810132667004064262</id><published>2007-07-02T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:45:54.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:wub:</title><content type='html'>imma left-rightie. yay. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEFT OR RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, identify yourself as right or left brain person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hold your hands together, as if you were praying. Look at your hands. If you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left thumb is below the right thumb ---&gt; left brain&lt;br /&gt;Right thumb is below the left thumb ---&gt; right brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fold your arms in front of you (as if you are angry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right arm above left arm ---&gt; left brain&lt;br /&gt;Left arm above right arm ---&gt; right brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on 1+2 (order important), below is the interpretation of your personality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-Left&lt;br /&gt;Considerate, traditional, indirect type&lt;br /&gt;can instinctly read other's emotion, and respond friendly by natures.&lt;br /&gt;Although not very into taking intiatives in moving forward, but this&lt;br /&gt;person will always take a step back in supporting others. Stable&lt;br /&gt;personality and considerate, give others a being protected feeling.&lt;br /&gt;But the weakness is they cannot say no; regardless how unwilling they&lt;br /&gt;are, they will take care of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-Right&lt;br /&gt;Loves challenges type&lt;br /&gt;Straightfoward. Once they decided on one thing, will take action right&lt;br /&gt;away. Very curious, and love challenges. Dare to face dangers without&lt;br /&gt;thinking through (sometimes foolishly). Their weakness is they dont&lt;br /&gt;listen to others, will filter in only what whey want to hear in a&lt;br /&gt;conversation, and very subjective. However, because of their&lt;br /&gt;straightforward attitude, they tend to be fairly popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left-Left&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated, cold, perfectionist&lt;br /&gt;Very logical in all aspects. The only way to defeat (or win over) him/her is through reasons. Has a lot of prides, and feeling strongly about doing the right thing. If they are your friends, they are very trustworthy. However, if they are your opponets, they will be very tough to deal with. Because they can be very "anal" as a perfectionist, they usually leave a bad impression of being hard to deal with when first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left-Right&lt;br /&gt;Likes to take care of others, leader type&lt;br /&gt;Has a cool and keen observation ability to see through situations, yet&lt;br /&gt;still can be considerate in others needs. Because of their cool and&lt;br /&gt;calm nature, and strong sense of responsibility, they tend to become&lt;br /&gt;head of a group. Popular among people. However, they may not be able&lt;br /&gt;to help themselves in meddling because they want to take care of&lt;br /&gt;others too much. Very concerned about how others view them, and always&lt;br /&gt;on alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;roxanne's making me feel honored all the time. it's like an ego boost or something. everytime she'll say something or do something that makes me happy. forexample. she'll say "i wike your banners" (just not that way) or "i wike reading your posts" (just not that way) or she'll make me happy by making me nice purdy banners like &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t286/silverwinters/RoxanneW-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR. she'll say she doesn't wanna change her VH banner (one that i made) cause she likes it!! she always makes me feel happy!! &lt;3 :wub:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-810132667004064262?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/810132667004064262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=810132667004064262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/810132667004064262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/810132667004064262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/07/wub.html' title=':wub:'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-5898696928393483122</id><published>2007-07-02T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:31:30.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>i don't remember what i was talking about in my last proper blog post but nyeh who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to play captains ball with weiying and her cellgroup/churchcellgroups/church-and-more and yuanting and candhira came along too. initially, me and yuanting were like oO? why in the world is he coming? but later on, MEH, it was a good thing that he came. (although if he was in group C then we'd really be unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made alot of friends there!! &gt;&lt; wee~ okay. that be me getting all high. forgive me. or at least i got to know alot of people. lemme see if i can remember all the people i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiying/chmei, candhira/puma, yuanting/adidas.... [/lame]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. um... &lt;br /&gt;aileen, jasmine, jialing, sarah, serena, torrance, ben(?), david, stephen, tracy, natalie(??), dawn, vanessa, jacyln, lyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were people i KNEW of, but didn't get to KNOW. for eg. od(is that how you spell it?), kenneth, thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the games were fun. i made alot of blunders.. &gt;&lt; cause when lyon was the goal keeper, i kept throwing it too high for him to catch. GOMEN!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah nevermind, i suck at captainsball. and yl still expects me to go play for his team. he can forget about it. i shall feign injury or something. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, had a fun day!! thanks for asking me to go CHMEI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-5898696928393483122?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/5898696928393483122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=5898696928393483122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5898696928393483122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5898696928393483122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/07/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-5932842317457927051</id><published>2007-07-02T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:57:07.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dollios~!</title><content type='html'>silver winters... in SKIRTS~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, i'm crazy over the dollies, yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t286/silverwinters/silverdollsOEYskirts.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t286/silverwinters/silverdollsOEYskirtscont.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t286/silverwinters/silverdollsOEYskirtscont2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-5932842317457927051?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/5932842317457927051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=5932842317457927051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5932842317457927051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5932842317457927051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/07/dollios.html' title='dollios~!'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-6390489501929810007</id><published>2007-06-30T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:56:10.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walalala~</title><content type='html'>Okay, I’m supposed to blog on blogger, but I’m blogging on word, so things start correcting myself and my typing looks all formal. Anyways, Beatrice called me….. During the holidays, which was like… what? The 22th? Uh huh. At 10:35am. And I was sleeping. But thanks, cause if not, I’d have woken up late… which isn’t good. She calls; I pick up all groggily and stuff. And I already know it’s going to be her cause only when she calls, does my phone say ‘call’ and nothing else on the caller id.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello?”&lt;br /&gt;“Hello?”&lt;br /&gt;“Beatrice?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s called immediate reaction, cause I recognize her voice too well. It’s kinda like how when you miss someone for a long time, you can immediately recognize their voice cause you miss it so much. [that sounds lesbianish… *shivers*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she called and we talked for a good 2 hours plus. In this period of time, my dad came in to get me out of bed and I screamed that I was already out of bed and talking on the phone. He was like mouthing ‘who’s that?’ and I was like “uh. Beatrice.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh. Is she coming back?”&lt;br /&gt;“She said maybe in December.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during this time, cause I’m on my cell, my mum calls the house and I pick up, my slang still plastered on, and talk to my mum with a slang. And I was like “yeah, uh, I’m talking to Beatrice on my phone.” And she’s like “oh! No wonder you speaking like ang moh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad gets home from eating lunch w my mum and says. “Aye, your mum ask got ang moh in the house ah?” Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that over, Beatrice tried calling me on sat. but I was busy! I was at my confident communicator course. And I love my mind champs friends. They are soooo ….. fun~ I love them so much. We. Must. Go. Out. Together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Beatrice redialed for like... What, 7 times? And my phone kept buzzing in my sweater pocket. Irritated the hell out of me. Yup. Confident communicator wasn’t as fun as Empower U but it was enjoyable. At least I got to see all the queer people again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one guy who looked like the wu zun type and acted like the da dong type. Like…. Woah. He’s good looking, has good fashion sense, is 18, studies in temasek polytechnic, is tall, is easy to talk to and … may be attached. But hey, with his stats, it would be a wonder if he wasn’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to talk to him, cause we were in the same group, and his name is Jeff. That’s about as far as I know. Not the point, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bowling last Friday, after the confident communicator. CC ended at 9. We played one game, (I came in second… last) then left and I got home round 11 +.. I don’t know why I suck cause I didn’t suck in the past, but yeah I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CC passed real fast and we were our separate ways again. Which is sad. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week was just terror.. look at all the tests and stuff. My head is going to explode. Hate hate hate hate hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cheryl tan’s house today. I friggin love her house. It’s so huge!! And her room!!! Ohmygosh. *snogs room*… Cheryl’s house. Is. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booyeah~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the following may be a little disturbing for some guys. I was looking through the kinds of pads I had at home. There was this free one that had a really nice decorative cover. Like the plastic covering was decorated with circles. And it was pink and purplish. NICE~ then there was kotex slim, kotex maxi, then I went to my mum’s toilet. There was kotex night, and kotex extra long wing. And it was REALLY extra long. Like.. twice the size of normal pads packaging. I don’t even know why I’m even blogging about this.. but.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Sheryl says blogging on my Microsoft words doesn’t count as blogging.. so imma post this. Along with the dollies I’ve been making for the past few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t286/silverwinters/silverdollsOEYpants.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t286/silverwinters/silverdollsOEYpantscont-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit// i forgot the seventh year!! &gt;&lt; anyways, gonna go make a pre hoggy and shove it in later on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t286/silverwinters/silverdollsOEYpantscont2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-6390489501929810007?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/6390489501929810007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=6390489501929810007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/6390489501929810007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/6390489501929810007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/06/walalala.html' title='walalala~'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-8770914597423922123</id><published>2007-06-16T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:59:05.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEEL OVER DOODS</title><content type='html'>hokay. now, i think everyone (who i've complained to before) should know how bad my brother's logic is. they should also know how bad his chinese is. what happens when you mix logic with chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complete and utter chaos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his logic (let me give an example) is... un-understandable. for example. take the widely known game of dai di. in the midst of explaining to him that the way you play dai di is that one of the biggest rules is the name itself, two is the biggest, my bro comes REAL smartly and tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so if two's the biggest, then one's the smallest la." *headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. ok, i get his logic. so i try explaining using MY logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no, if two's the biggest then one's the second biggest because it was initially the biggest. if one is bigger than king, and two is bigger than one, then one is second biggest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no what, two the biggest then it change place with the one ma."&lt;br /&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: FYI. i spent almost an HOUR explaining that to my brother when we were in (*(delete where applicable &lt;s&gt;cause i forgot&lt;/s&gt;) melaka/KL and in the end, he still insisted on his logic. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. that's a taste of his logic. now comes the taste of logic and chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explain to me the def. of "teng tiao". &lt;br /&gt;normal person: cane.&lt;br /&gt;my brother: "teng" is pain so 'pain stick' right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*keels*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just when i thought my cousins would laugh at him for being so utterly ridiculous, i share this as a joke over tonight's dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny as it seems, my cousin looks at me in utter disbelief (like i'm some alien or something) and goes "correct what, pain stick ma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this cousin, is the same age as my brother, 22, so i don't really blame him since 1. he's been out of touch w chinese for so long 2. his family's mainly eng ed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brother's all smug that someone finally said the same thing as him. "see see, tw also said it's pain stick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here comes my younger cousin, who by now i'd have thought she'd know NOT to act smart, who's in p6 -PSLE- (st. nicks btw) and goes JUST as smartly. "ya ya. pain stick ma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keel over in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing there's still some sense in my extended family. "really meh?" (hey at least she doubted it!) my other cousin erupts in disbelief. and there goes the explaining part again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'teng' is a type of wood!" &lt;br /&gt;"really meh? 'teng' is pain what." &lt;br /&gt;"how many times is it going to take for you to finally understand that one chinese word can mean alot of things?" &lt;br /&gt;"yeah, so 'teng tiao' can be pain stick what." &lt;br /&gt;"that's not how the ancient chinese put it." &lt;br /&gt;"oh, so the ancient chinese wrote wrongly la." &lt;br /&gt;"go check the dictionary, it's a different 'teng'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my cousin finally ends it by saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok la, olden chinese pun la."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-8770914597423922123?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/8770914597423922123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=8770914597423922123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8770914597423922123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8770914597423922123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/06/keel-over-doods.html' title='KEEL OVER DOODS'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-8726328039158514832</id><published>2007-06-13T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:06:45.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ODD GIRL OUT</title><content type='html'>ok, so with hq's recommendation, i finished "odd girl out" at 2.24am last night... wait.. this morning. yeah. anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i do say so myself, stacy was obviously such a faker, cause.. well yeah, it was in her bones. so, i don't know why vanessa acted like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth be, i don't know why i was SO MUCH like vanessa in the past. SERIOUSLY. maybe that's why i cried, cause i understood how vanessa felt, when she said that stacy was her best friend. obviously, stacy had some other plans and didn't think the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relating to these kinds of movies is never a really good thing is it, especially when you're the one who gets so called "bullied" but don't have the same sort of courage that she had to go and face her problems. it makes you feel even worse about yourself cause you see that other people can actually stand up for themselves, but you can't do the same thing cause you're not as brave as she was. which is pretty sad, seeing as that's completely how i felt when i was watching the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, when vanessa went all crazy and, in a way, hypnotised and psychopatic, i knew how it felt cause i've been on that brink before. yup yup. i have *nods head* only i didn't express it so openly as her before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a point of time in my life, some month or two ago when my life was EXACTLY like vanessa, only for different reasons. just tweak the circumstances a little and you've got my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forexample, i was never popular, i'm not pretty, i'm not smart, and i'm not blessed with those EXTREMELY EXTREMELY pay-for-my-600-dollars-shirt kind rich friends. oh well. there you have it, a beautifully crafted movie of my life. with additional tweaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it was a really nice movie and i recommend people to go watch it. which now reminds me, i didn't cry when i watched mean girls... *scratches head* hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-8726328039158514832?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/8726328039158514832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=8726328039158514832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8726328039158514832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8726328039158514832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/06/odd-girl-out.html' title='ODD GIRL OUT'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-590513936296598176</id><published>2007-06-07T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:18:44.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oO loff haruto</title><content type='html'>haruto: i.... with regards to you...... i like you...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe. &lt;br /&gt;-grins-&lt;br /&gt;i like you, maybe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KYAHHHH!!!! motayo kawaii desu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-590513936296598176?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/590513936296598176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=590513936296598176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/590513936296598176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/590513936296598176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/06/oo-loff-haruto.html' title='oO loff haruto'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-7260509634740189443</id><published>2007-06-03T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:25:49.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGHOUTLOUD.</title><content type='html'>funniest, weirdest thing. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it made me laugh! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so imma looking at my blog and read my tagboard and see that hq has tagged. so, as i usually do, i go to her blog. moments after reading her tagboard (just after i replied her tag and was still on her blog), she called. so i picked up the phone and i'm reading her post which mentions watching ocean's thirteen and men in white on thurs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then through the phone hq goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, thurs you free?"&lt;br /&gt;"huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"thurs you free?"&lt;br /&gt;"why..?"&lt;br /&gt;"wanna.."&lt;br /&gt;"oh... go watch ocean's thirteen? i'm reading your blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH OUT LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, she starts asking me and i say i dun wanna watch ocean's thirteen OR men in white. then she explains that she wants to ask EVERYONE cause there's only her, hx and maurice who are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THIS POINT OF TIME, i click to kli's blog and hq says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aiyah. i go ask kli."&lt;br /&gt;"*laughsoutloud* i'm on kli's blog!"&lt;br /&gt;"wah lao, ni bu yao jiang pian wo la."&lt;br /&gt;"no seriously, i'm reading her tagboard."&lt;br /&gt;"wah. okay lor, then you read my tag."&lt;br /&gt;"'u wan go watch ocean's 13 on thur morning? i confirm time w u again if u wan. MSG ME !' and she replied 'I want to...but i can't! everyday I have tuition..stupid intensive prgm.' oh, so she can't go you don't have to call her le."&lt;br /&gt;"wah piang. okay lor, then i don't have to call her le. now i go ask yijing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it just so happens yijing was on msn with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wait. yijing online. i help you ask her."&lt;br /&gt;"wah piang. no need. wo xi huan da dian hua leh."&lt;br /&gt;"i help you ask her. *laughing uncontrollably*"&lt;br /&gt;"then i call her then you ask her"&lt;br /&gt;"okay lor. i ask her then you call her. *laugh laugh laugh*"&lt;br /&gt;-put down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so ends the freakishly funny convo between the bi0tch and tinggx. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7260509634740189443?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/7260509634740189443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=7260509634740189443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7260509634740189443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7260509634740189443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/06/laughoutloud.html' title='LAUGHOUTLOUD.'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-1451870299142376692</id><published>2007-05-28T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T16:52:51.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing lasts forever...</title><content type='html'>i SERIOUSLY haven't been doing justice to my blog. however, the main thing is, i don't really want to continue it. i may just pick up blogging again in the near future, but at the moment, my muse is being sucked up by VH. Yes, VH. That stupid kiddy thing that getting me all uptight and totally addicted and is turning me into a dueling addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. so, don't blame me if one day i start refering to myself in third person form and calling myself silver. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've been thinking alot in the past few... weeks/months or so. i think i made many mistakes in the past. STUPID, RETARDED, sould-not-have-been-made-at-all mistakes that i'm regretting. maybe i'm starting to realise that plain DUMB BLINDLY standing up for someone isn't all that right. maybe that's what the other houses call "plain dumb bravery". i AM after all a Gryffindor, you can't blame me for being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. four years have passed, i see the same faces around me, but they're all different under that facade. somehow, i have a feeling i've changed too. maybe for the better, maybe for the worse, i don't know, but things no longer feel the same anymore. and i think i'm leaving the emo-ism behind for the moment and starting to pick up the life where i open my eyes and see the people around me. who's real, who's fake, who's there, who's not, who's standing beside me, who's standing away from me. i think i'm slowly starting to take in everything. accept fate as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. but i guess... nothing lasts forever huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-1451870299142376692?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/1451870299142376692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=1451870299142376692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1451870299142376692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1451870299142376692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/05/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title='nothing lasts forever...'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-2388936903895140816</id><published>2007-05-10T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T12:05:27.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK</title><content type='html'>okay so the freakin post just deleted itself w/o my consent.. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. so i'm freakin sick. and it's not a great thing.. cause now i'm like sweating. which is supposedly good cause i'm supposed to 'sweat out' my fever. which... ISN'T happening. my fever's fluctuating. it's like.... uppppp downnnn upppp downnnn but it still hasn't returned to normal yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been given 3 days mc. but my mum reckons i should go to school tmr if i'm feeling good enough.. truth be told i'm not so sure i do.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks. stupid virus has gotten my whole family sick. my bro's better i think, my dad's got the cough and my mum too but it's a good thing they've yet to get fever.. good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna go to school~! cause if i feel sick, it is DEFINATELY not the best place to.. but imagine all the classes i'd be missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. freakin gastric makes me feel like barfing and no amout of food has been able to fill me up yet. plus the fact that i haven't got the appetite. shitty~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, not to mention i haven't written my speech for this upcoming sat. die. x_x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-2388936903895140816?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/2388936903895140816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=2388936903895140816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/2388936903895140816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/2388936903895140816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/05/sick.html' title='SICK'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-2356774248946515973</id><published>2007-05-07T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:02:00.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BOOK!!</title><content type='html'>gah freakin post just deleted itself... freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone seen my book? 'the five people you meet in heaven'.  i'm appealing to everyone who's heard or seen of my book to try and help me find it. cause i have NO idea where it is. has anyone borrowed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone's borrowed it... please please please tell me where it is.. please!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. nothing much happened the past few days. just that next week i gotta give mindchamps grad speech. die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my book~!&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. kevin cheng hen shuai!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i'm so not in the mood to blog cause i'm looking for my bloody book. gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-2356774248946515973?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/2356774248946515973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=2356774248946515973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/2356774248946515973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/2356774248946515973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-book.html' title='MY BOOK!!'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-8089134971694972858</id><published>2007-04-28T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T22:58:04.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to do~</title><content type='html'>only have one thing to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a reminder for myself. NICE HP fanfiction.&lt;br /&gt;kinda more for the open minded. otherwise, people may think it pervertic. cause it's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;draco/hermione, draco/ronald, draco/harry, ronald/hermione, ronald/harry, harry/hermione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2750266/1/"&gt;Afterimage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-8089134971694972858?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/8089134971694972858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=8089134971694972858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8089134971694972858'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-4351581949095673915</id><published>2007-04-25T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:29:58.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling better</title><content type='html'>so i was feeling a bit emo yesterday. okay fine, not a bit, a lot EMO.. but i guess i'm getting better and feeling alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the world shouldn't revolve round me, so i'm trying to cut that out of my brian. yup yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. let broken bonds be slowly repaired with our hearts and with our souls. please please please. let us heal all past wounds with passion and loving care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh that sounded so holy. but oh well. i sincerely hope that all this can be washed away and eroded with time, so to all the EMO people out there currently being EMO. join me against tackling EMOism and cheer up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone feeling sad, feel free to call me to chat/talk to me on messanger/talk to me RL/anything you wann do.&lt;br /&gt;i can't promise that i'll pick you up, but i swear i'll lay down with you. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon i'll be posting all the EMO quotes i've found.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be a new dan yuan called &lt;br /&gt;'Attack of the EMO Quotes'&lt;br /&gt;or AotEQ&lt;br /&gt;yes. stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-4351581949095673915?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/4351581949095673915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=4351581949095673915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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PLS READ. no matter how much</title><content type='html'>... you hate me. (just the bottom part if you don't want me to bore you with the top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my last year at AMKSS and as a student of four.one. but somehow, i don't feel as part of the class. i know that's caue i'm not you know.. an important figure in the class. i'd even go to the extent of saying that i'm actually the spoiler of the class. and perhaps i am. i've just found out now the words can affect so much. already i'm starting to notice changes. it's all my fault, that much i know, and i don't expect to be able to turn it back around. but i'm getting all sad about something that i caused. so... what's the point? i'm living out the last days of my secondary school life a miserable miserable brat. and already, the only place i can find solace is mindchamps. and i'm really just boring everyone with info they don't want to know about so i don't really see the purpose of having a blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. basically, i'm screwed. and frustrating myself over matters that are taking far too much of my attention. anyways. only when i lose something, then i realise the importance of it. and what still surprises me is that i'd still jump infront of a moving van to save you if you were in danger, even if you wouldn't do the same for me, just cause i'm thankful for all you've given me in the past. and hopefully will continue to (though i highly doubt this) and also, already, a chunk of my life is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;FRIGGIN RETARD! FUCK YOU CHIN WEITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT SIMPLY EXPRESS MY HATE TOWARDS YOU ANYMORE THAN THIS.&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE A BIG TIME SUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, look at myself. i'm talking to me! first signs of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;written: 23.04.07 10.24pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm starting to understand and feel what the lyrics of "Imagine me without you" mean. they are SO true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through all the stupid fights&lt;br /&gt;we always looked past it&lt;br /&gt;and all the times you walked away&lt;br /&gt;you still always came back&lt;br /&gt;but i never thought that one day&lt;br /&gt;you'd keep walking&lt;br /&gt;and never look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than again. it's all my fauly for being me. i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate me. you hate me. everybody hates weiting.&lt;br /&gt;with a great big spit and a hate from all to me.&lt;br /&gt;everybody hates weiting. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written: shortly after the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder no more. it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now onwards. i shall learn to keep my friggin mouth shut (which i should have dnoe earlier). it gets me into too much trouble. ao much trouble that i know none but a few can tolerate me. (maybe not even a few).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaili: thanks for all the advice. you are the NICEST person i've ever met. you never get mad at me. although i know you're dying to shoot me when i go all third-grade on your ass. i'm a friggin bastard. shoot me. and not to mention, you've put up with me for so long. i'm sorry for being a hypocrite. and i'll try to stop myself from being one. i'll try to talk to you about what i feel but i swear you'll think i'm even MORE childish than you think i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huixian: thank for listening to me, you're a great listener. though i know i usually bore you with stories that you don't really wanna hear. and i piss you off consistently with my never ending EMOism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yijing: thank you for not getting mad at me. actually, for not STAYING mad at me. even though i always pester you with questions and bombard you with alot of crap. i'm really sorry for creating all this irritation and i'll try to keep my annoying-ism away from all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you SHERYL. for giving me so many lasting memories that i know i'll always remember. somehow, you matter to me alot and even i can't explain that. once again be reminded that i'm not a lesbian. it's just that i've always held you in high esteem and even though you don't see me in the same way, i'll always remember you as my best friend. i know i piss you off. i don't know how (or maybe i can figure out why.. maybe not), but i'm willing to apologise to you in the most sincere way and say i'm sorry. but i know that it's impossible to return to the way it was, because i can't turn back time and erase all my retarded actions that happened cause i was particularly EMO or some other stupid reason. i know we have to move on.. but currently. i'm stuck. maybe cause once i lose you as a friend, i lose all my friends. without you. it just feels weird. but i guess i'll have to live with it cause i created this situation. and i'm sorry things have gotten so bad between us because of my childish actions. i wish we could turn things back.. but we can't, can we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking that it would all blow over was the dumbest thing i could do. cause i'm foolish and naive to think that people will give way to me. i admit it. i'm spoilt. i'm a horrible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those who've put up with me. thanks for everything. thanks to those who've treated me so nicely even though i constantly piss people off. i'm a horrible person, i know. i'm a desperate person, i know. i'm an incessant retarded annoying spoilt brat. all that i know. but i've tried to change but maybe i'm not trying hard enough. just put up with me for the rest of the year and then i'll dissapear. and i swear i won't bother you guys when you're all in JC and moving on with your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written: 24.04.07 9.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry guys, i've not been the best person. i've been me. and it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'll even piss Hades off. what will i do when even hell doesn't want me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7008922174932069087?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/7008922174932069087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=7008922174932069087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7008922174932069087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7008922174932069087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/04/heartfelt-words-pls-read-no-matter-how.html' title='heartfelt words. PLS READ. no matter how much'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-4474482087923044159</id><published>2007-04-22T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T14:12:22.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i haven't been doing justice to my blog. and sure i haven't been checking it much. well. DUH cause i know that i won't see anychanges seeing as i haven't blogged. well.. nothing much happened. cept i just started to realise that i'm quite emotional. which isn't the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was watching this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hg1cW41ogRI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="tranparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hg1cW41ogRI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so~ touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and of course, on fri. when i was on my way home at the bus stop, i saw this funeral procession passing by. and for some reason unexplainabled by myself, i almost cried. okay. so not cried cried. but ya know.. teared. the word is ALMOST. i kept it in. but somereason or another, i felt sad for this stranger. weird, and unexplainable. but shan't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. mind champs was fun as usual. i &lt;3 7041. lubs! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-4474482087923044159?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/4474482087923044159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=4474482087923044159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/4474482087923044159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/4474482087923044159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-so-i-havent-been-doing-justice-to.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-6312885379147448537</id><published>2007-04-17T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:53:06.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i don't really have anything to post about.&lt;br /&gt;just that... last wed was my last netball training. nothing much happened. it didn't seem like a netball training at all, seeing as most of us wanted to play volleyball instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. we left and took ms. lee's car home. she sent me to my doorstep ahaha! yay. saved 45cents. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. nothing much about last week mainly cause i don't rmb nothing much about it. all i remember is being emo. up till now. ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today took whatever was left over of our five-items. totally... NOT satisfied with my sit&amp;reach and inclined.. DAMN arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i shall take this chance to boast bout my NAPFA results. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4km run - 14.10mins : A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5items&lt;br /&gt;- shuttle run - 11.osecs : A&lt;br /&gt;- situps - 31 : A&lt;br /&gt;- standing broad jump - 194cm : A&lt;br /&gt;- sit &amp; reach - 42cm : B&lt;br /&gt;- inclined pull ups - 11 : C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. it's still gold. and i wanna tiao zhan my kor!! shuttle run must run again. but nothing will make me give up volleyball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cept maybe Pepsi Cola... heh. played till my joints are aching. cause i played on sat @ Mind Champs and played today... pain~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. shall go study for stupid phys and finish chi stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tan chui lan crazy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-6312885379147448537?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/6312885379147448537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=6312885379147448537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/6312885379147448537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/6312885379147448537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-i-dont-really-have-anything-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-302332178419041812</id><published>2007-03-28T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:08:43.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>neither did i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not purposely trying to get you mad. trust me i dont want that. but lately i'm too stressed. and i'm sorry if i'm venting frustration on you. some things have been kept away far too long. and i'm finally starting to feel the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just need a place to put every single thing out. and once i get it off my chest i feel much better. my mum thinks i'm going crazy cause i'm crying for no reason. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thousand apologies if anyone had gotten hurt by my post or anything.&lt;br /&gt;but you'll forgive me. if i'm right. cause i make these kind of stupid mistakes all the time.&lt;br /&gt;forget it. i'm a retard. and i should canel out the above cause it may anger you furthur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-302332178419041812?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/302332178419041812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=302332178419041812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/302332178419041812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/302332178419041812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/neither-did-i.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-3719694577876001557</id><published>2007-03-28T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:41:07.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>even though i've said it many times. i don't think it's made much impact.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of living like this.&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't feel that it's fair.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'm being 'whole-world-revolves-around-me' again. yeah. perhaps i am.&lt;br /&gt;when i encourage myself. you contradict me.&lt;br /&gt;when i despise myself. you agree.&lt;br /&gt;how happy i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i love my essay. and i take pride in it. please don't comment on it if it's not good. i won't ask you to read it. don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oOOO ZAKI! read my essay!!!&lt;br /&gt;has hq read my essay? i'll bring~ =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-3719694577876001557?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/3719694577876001557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=3719694577876001557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3719694577876001557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3719694577876001557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/even-though-ive-said-it-many-times.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-7278797316541476275</id><published>2007-03-28T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:49:34.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally random emo (can't say the word) post</title><content type='html'>i swear i'm not mad at YOU. and you KNOW i can be trusted. and at this moment i know that &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; will be sniggering behind his/her com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part about being lied to,&lt;br /&gt;is knowing you're not worth the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i dunno what's going on with me. but i'm getting really emo nowadays. not emo on the outside though.&lt;br /&gt;and yes. i tend to think the whole world revolves around me. but that was totally random.&lt;br /&gt;EMPOWER U did mention that people think the world revolves aroudn them. and after that i've realised. i don't deny it. i think the world revolves around me. but anyways. thanks for pointing it out.&lt;br /&gt;another thing. perhaps i'm being overlly sensitive and perhaps i'm being.. i dunno. and currently i have NO idea whatsoever what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;this emo-ism is gettign to my head. and i'm babbling nonsense. when i get what i wanna say straight i'll continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people take forever to recognize your efforts but a split second to spot your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;taken from HX~ beloved lao ma. =] long time since i called you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s not about the friends in your past.. it`s about the ones that actually last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing i learnt from MINDCHAMPS is that.&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN LOVE TO DIG OUT PAST GRIEVENCES.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot agree with that more.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still on the emo feeling. but i never will make that known =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can we be two poles apart but yet still manage to get along perfectly? are we really that good friends? or are we just faking it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE to dig up the past and get emo. which is exactly what i'm doing at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if you wanna say i'm flirting please do. cause i'm guessing you feel that BIG FERROCIOUS FLIRT on the list.&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;i didn't say nut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7278797316541476275?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-7425000192083848386</id><published>2007-03-28T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:10:38.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVALUATING PEIYI</title><content type='html'>WHAT IF......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I committed suicide: peiyi you siao ginna! who ask you jump?!&lt;br /&gt;-- I said I liked you: wow. -_- blink*&lt;br /&gt;-- I kissed you: uh... *tui bi san she*&lt;br /&gt;-- I lived next door to you: ya! go school tgth!&lt;br /&gt;-- I stole something: steal for who?&lt;br /&gt;-- I was hospitalized: visit you with puppie food.~&lt;br /&gt;-- I ran away from home: wanna come my house? i can buy dog biscuits for your food~ =]&lt;br /&gt;-- I got into a fight and you weren't there: transform to HULK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Personality: crazy = maniacal laughter.&lt;br /&gt;-- Eyes: big. =[&lt;br /&gt;-- Face: kiam pa~ =]&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair: straight. but kiao-ing.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;-- Clothes: you wear anything also nice lor...&lt;br /&gt;-- Mannerisms: gd...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Who are you? HULK&lt;br /&gt;[2] Are we friends? yup~&lt;br /&gt;[3] When and how did we meet? sec 3. 3/1.&lt;br /&gt;[4] How have I affected you? brighten up my life? with maniacal laughter.&lt;br /&gt;[5] What do you think of me? laugh non stop.&lt;br /&gt;[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me? growling puppie.&lt;br /&gt;[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies? as long as time allows.&lt;br /&gt;[8] Do you love me? in that platonic girl to girl friendship way. yes. =]&lt;br /&gt;[9] Have I ever hurt you? yes! you say my eyes small!!! -wahhhhh-&lt;br /&gt;[10] Would you hug me? have to bend down but i dun mind Xp jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;[11] Would you kiss me? if the whole world depended on it yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[12] Are we close? no. but we're getting there.. slowly. =]&lt;br /&gt;[13] Emotionally, what stands out? uh. yelp.&lt;br /&gt;[14] Do you wish I was cooler? cool pup is cool enough.&lt;br /&gt;[15] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I? 8!&lt;br /&gt;[16] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. pup. You're nick ma.. and you sound like one too.&lt;br /&gt;[17] Am I loveable? yes~ cuddly wuddly puppie~&lt;br /&gt;[18] How long have you known me? coming 2 years~&lt;br /&gt;[19] Describe me in one word. cute.&lt;br /&gt;[20] What was your first impression? cute.&lt;br /&gt;[21] Do you still think that way about me now? yes.&lt;br /&gt;[22] What do you think my weakness is? dunno yet.&lt;br /&gt;[23] Do you think I'll get married? yes. and your husband will be damn tall.&lt;br /&gt;[24] What about me makes you happy? your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;[25] What about me makes you sad? your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;[26] What reminds you of me? puppie. and kukuburd.&lt;br /&gt;[27] What's something you would change about me? nothing.&lt;br /&gt;[28] How well do you know me? not very. sad to say.&lt;br /&gt;[29] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? not that i know off.&lt;br /&gt;[30] Do you think I would kill someone? with your parang.&lt;br /&gt;[31] Are you going to put this on your journal/blog and see what I say about you? did le ma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7425000192083848386?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/7425000192083848386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=7425000192083848386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7425000192083848386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7425000192083848386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/evaluating-peiyi.html' title='EVALUATING PEIYI'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-212848914508094290</id><published>2007-03-28T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:43:20.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEIYI'S EVALUATION</title><content type='html'>WHAT IF......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I committed suicide: slap you :D&lt;br /&gt;-- I said I liked you: GREAT! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-- I kissed you: T.T nooo.&lt;br /&gt;-- I lived next door to you: damn shiok! go sch tgth ? ^^&lt;br /&gt;-- I stole something: hmmmm. natural rxn is t ask what isit.&lt;br /&gt;-- I was hospitalized: visit you(:&lt;br /&gt;-- I ran away from home: if my mum allows thn stay in my kennel! :D&lt;br /&gt;-- I got into a fight and you weren't there: i call all my ginnas help you revenge! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Personality: aggressive, cus you're the hulk! x)&lt;br /&gt;-- Eyes: small HAHAHAHAHAHHAH&lt;br /&gt;-- Face: idontknwwhattsay.&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair: long xD&lt;br /&gt;-- Clothes: i dontknw ^^&lt;br /&gt;-- Mannerisms: gd ? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Who are you? PUP&lt;br /&gt;[2] Are we friends? yeah!&lt;br /&gt;[3] When and how did we meet? last yr, classmates:D&lt;br /&gt;[4] How have I affected you? imntsure.&lt;br /&gt;[5] What do you think of me? funny ^^ &amp; strong :O&lt;br /&gt;[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me? dntknw~&lt;br /&gt;[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies? fevr!&lt;br /&gt;[8] Do you love me? do i? yeah! hahahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;[9] Have I ever hurt you? nope?&lt;br /&gt;[10] Would you hug me? too tall ):&lt;br /&gt;[11] Would you kiss me? no!&lt;br /&gt;[12] Are we close? im not sure? X)&lt;br /&gt;[13] Emotionally, what stands out? i dont knw.&lt;br /&gt;[14] Do you wish I was cooler? no , ^^&lt;br /&gt;[15] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I? 8.&lt;br /&gt;[16] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. hulk ! but its not given by me though i think it really suits you ^^&lt;br /&gt;[17] Am I loveable? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[18] How long have you known me? almost 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;[19] Describe me in one word. talllll&lt;br /&gt;[20] What was your first impression? fierce.&lt;br /&gt;[21] Do you still think that way about me now? nope!&lt;br /&gt;[22] What do you think my weakness is? i dnt knw .&lt;br /&gt;[23] Do you think I'll get married? i think everyone will :D&lt;br /&gt;[24] What about me makes you happy? crappy-ness? ^^&lt;br /&gt;[25] What about me makes you sad? nothing.&lt;br /&gt;[26] What reminds you of me? hulkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;[27] What's something you would change about me? idnt knw ^^&lt;br /&gt;[28] How well do you know me? know you? nt v well i guess?&lt;br /&gt;[29] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? nope&lt;br /&gt;[30] Do you think I would kill someone? YEAH! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;[31] Are you going to put this on your journal/blog and see what I say about you? yeahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my turn~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-212848914508094290?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/212848914508094290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=212848914508094290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/212848914508094290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/212848914508094290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/peiyis-evaluation.html' title='PEIYI&apos;S EVALUATION'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-4970195305109173760</id><published>2007-03-25T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:36:00.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some weird test</title><content type='html'>huixian and/or kaili may find this familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer a few questions honestly. Write down your answers and then at the end check to see what each question means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself in a forest or a jungle now.....&lt;br /&gt;1) What is the first animal you see?&lt;br /&gt;2) What is the second animal you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Imagine now there is a hut in front of you....&lt;br /&gt;Do you :&lt;br /&gt;a) Bypass it&lt;br /&gt;b) Knock before going in&lt;br /&gt;c) Rush in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine yourself in the hut....&lt;br /&gt;4) There are 20 candles in it, how many will you light up?&lt;br /&gt;5) What is the shape of the table that you think is in the hut?Is it square or round?&lt;br /&gt;6) How many chairs do you see around the table?&lt;br /&gt;7) There is also a jug in this hut. What do you think the material of this jug is?&lt;br /&gt;8) State the amount of water in it?&lt;br /&gt;a) no water&lt;br /&gt;b) 1/2 full&lt;br /&gt;c) 3/4 full&lt;br /&gt;d) totally full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine that you are out of the hut...&lt;br /&gt;9) You have reach a beautiful waterfall. How fast do you think is the speed of the waterfall? (1-9) (1 is the slowest and 9 is the fastest)&lt;br /&gt;10) How many swans are there that you see near the waterfall?&lt;br /&gt;11) Now you have reach the river bank and your destination is just opposite. How do you go over?&lt;br /&gt;a) jump into the river and swim across.&lt;br /&gt;b) find another way to cross it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What are the first words that you will say when you get over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally....&lt;br /&gt;13) Give 3 words to describe the sky.&lt;br /&gt;14) And give 3 words to describe the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis&lt;br /&gt;1) This question symbolizes the "reflection of your life".&lt;br /&gt;2) This question symbolizes the "character of your life partner".&lt;br /&gt;3) a) bypass means "not ready for relationships"&lt;br /&gt;b) knock before going in means "ready for relationships"&lt;br /&gt;c) Rush in means "you are desperate"&lt;br /&gt;4) This question means "your generosity....the more you light up, the more generous you are"&lt;br /&gt;5) If you have a square table this means that you are "stubborn", if you have a round table this means that you are "flexible"&lt;br /&gt;6) This actually shows your "hospitality". The more the better!&lt;br /&gt;7) Depends on what you say, this refers to the "material of your heart"&lt;br /&gt;8) This refers to the "amount of love that you will give to your partner"&lt;br /&gt;9) Speed actually refers to your "sex drive"&lt;br /&gt;10) The number of swans, refer to the "number of best friends you have"&lt;br /&gt;11) a) This means "that you act without thinking"&lt;br /&gt;b) This means "that you think before you act"&lt;br /&gt;12) This refers to the "first words you will say on your wedding night"&lt;br /&gt;13) This 3 words describe "your point of view to love"&lt;br /&gt;14) This 3 words describe "the sounds or kind of love-making you will have"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally irrelevant last question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER=BEAUTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;This straight-up means ur the most good-looking.&lt;/s&gt; Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. &lt;s&gt;Polite and soft-spoken.&lt;/s&gt; Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. &lt;s&gt;Intelligent and clever.&lt;/s&gt; Changing personality. &lt;s&gt;Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone.&lt;/s&gt; A real speed demon. [my mom will never let me drive...] Has more than one best friend. Temperamental. &lt;s&gt;Quiet, shy and humble.&lt;/s&gt; Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted.Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. &lt;s&gt;Horny.&lt;/s&gt; [?!??! this should be chuen poo.. wait. he IS a december baby right?] Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of them are really true.. and cp is a december baby right? shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-4970195305109173760?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/4970195305109173760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=4970195305109173760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/4970195305109173760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/4970195305109173760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-weird-test.html' title='some weird test'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-4908935037824331599</id><published>2007-03-25T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:00:57.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala wawawa hahaha</title><content type='html'>ok so mind champs is fun~&lt;br /&gt;and the people in my class are fun.. some of them aren't though. kinda... shudaizi feeling.&lt;br /&gt;not a very good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got there ALMOST late. but there were people later than me~ woots.&lt;br /&gt;then daniel tested our words/poems and i was like.. hinting some of them. really funny actions.&lt;br /&gt;played funny games like. blow wind blow. which the banging into people wasn't so good.&lt;br /&gt;uh.. zip zap. which totally is going to blow me off. and someother weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway through it got boring and i just started talking to andrea. there's this one guy (shan't mention names) that keeps staring at her. and she's like. "noo~ weiting. how?" and i'm jsut like laughing. "you're attractive what." and she gives this puzzical expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is~&lt;br /&gt;we went to mac for lunch break cause the freakin food court is weird.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;we were split into groups and nooooo i'm not in the same group as andrea.. not good. but anyways. we hadda get names.&lt;br /&gt;so there's the APES. which daniel heard as AIDS. and like laughed the shit out of us.&lt;br /&gt;then there's the EAGLES who came up with it cause they ran out of ideas and this was the first thing that daniel said.&lt;br /&gt;and there's us. NO FEAR. named after my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. i went to popular to spend money on pens.. damn.&lt;br /&gt;cost me 15.20...&lt;br /&gt;expensive~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. mt oral was on fri. and i think i did okay ba..&lt;br /&gt;was about.. 3 words that i didn't know how to read.&lt;br /&gt;the convo was totally dragged in a weird direction cause mdm ong just started questioning about. "oh do you have tuition."&lt;br /&gt;"where's your tuition?"&lt;br /&gt;"yckcc"&lt;br /&gt;"do cc's provide these things?"&lt;br /&gt;"i think it's not the cc. they're jsut using the place."&lt;br /&gt;"oh. so it's not part of the cc."&lt;br /&gt;"ya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on so forth.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to say physics. but couldn't think of it. so said ke xue. and ALWAYS wanted to say SHU xue. messed up.&lt;br /&gt;physics = wu li.&lt;br /&gt;shit the thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-4908935037824331599?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/4908935037824331599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=4908935037824331599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/4908935037824331599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/4908935037824331599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/lalala-wawawa-hahaha.html' title='lalala wawawa hahaha'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-3940158575106688595</id><published>2007-03-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:11:53.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crushin</title><content type='html'>i am so crushing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... on EMPOWER U!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's been a WEEK and i still can't get over the program.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a week behind scheduale and class is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to test me memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of Education&lt;br /&gt;is to continue to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each moment brings its lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Every person is a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Develop a desire for goodness.&lt;br /&gt;An eagerness for knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;A capacity for friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Concern for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expand your horizons.&lt;br /&gt;Open your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid of change and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education never stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay~~~ i remembered! =]&lt;br /&gt;and i'm totally lame.&lt;br /&gt;anyone interested in shopping with me tomorrow?? call or msg! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-3940158575106688595?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-2077538539360640265</id><published>2007-03-23T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T15:15:43.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lame-d</title><content type='html'>i'm bored~&lt;br /&gt;and i shouldn't be cause i'm supposedly lacking behind on my work. i gotta rush this post cause i gotta take a shower before going for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;anyways~&lt;br /&gt;when i got home something freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;a DAMNED cat just ran out from the lift area and nearly shocked the shit out of.&lt;br /&gt;then it ran to the corner house door and started scratchin at it.&lt;br /&gt;damn the owner what left his cat outside his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. chinese oral was funny. i was totally talking offtopic later on cause mdm ong asked me weird questions like. not so relevant to the testing questions.&lt;br /&gt;had about.. 3 words i didn't know how to read and absolutely had the urge to ask alex how to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;8 days to family day~&lt;br /&gt;9 days to sorting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all VH-ers reading this post~ rory scofield has changed her sig char again~~ and this time the girl has freakingly blue-grey-until-damn-murky type eyes. beautiful but COMPLETELY freaking me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-2077538539360640265?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/2077538539360640265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=2077538539360640265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me peoples!!! huixian! kaili! huanqing (doesn't even come). kathleen (comes??)! uh. no one else comes so i shall force them. -rummages for peiyi's url, kyaw, riceball and horny kia.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7807177855253850595?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/7807177855253850595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=7807177855253850595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7807177855253850595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7807177855253850595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-blogskin.html' title='new blogskin`'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-9114312226061726939</id><published>2007-03-22T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:13:06.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm experiencing retardation</title><content type='html'>and i look. and i cry. and i know i shouldn't look no more. but yeat i still look. and i cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's the sense in that? totally ^ impromtu and random and copyrighted.&lt;br /&gt;fuck life. i'm getting all emo again and i don't think i'll be stepping out of it again anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;this world is devoid of feelings. to me, i meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i won't live to see the day when someone says "you matter` " copyrigthed-wt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-9114312226061726939?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/9114312226061726939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=9114312226061726939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/9114312226061726939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/9114312226061726939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-i-look.html' title='i&apos;m experiencing retardation'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-8931991966322454657</id><published>2007-03-22T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:12:11.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first sign of madness...</title><content type='html'>...talking to your own head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so~ i'm going to talk to myself a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;those who reckon i'm going crazy STOP READING HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. so tell me. why are you so uptight bout the ferreros? you know it's not really such a big deal. it's just choc.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and a total waste of my money. why pay for something so unfair and you'll never get? kinda retarded isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;yeah but will it kill you just to fork out that little bit of money for your more fortunate classmates who were born so early in the year?&lt;br /&gt;look. in the end it doesn't come down to the money does it? it's more of the enthusiasm of your form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i can SO count on that.&lt;br /&gt;i get what you're saying. just... don't start yelling in class. people talk.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know. but i can't stop them from talking and i can't stop myself from getting worked up.&lt;br /&gt;and you couldn't stop yourself from getting worked up but you managed to keep the tears? you are the weirdest person i have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;we're just about the same.&lt;br /&gt;no, really. i'm much more collected than you.&lt;br /&gt;yeah bloody hell you are. it all boils down to us fighting yeah?&lt;br /&gt;i get control over her cause i'm the good one, i'm the angel.&lt;br /&gt;and the angel ALWAYS loses to temptation and evil. look, devils always win. it's like brent said. the little voices. &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; were at the talk. you &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; know...&lt;br /&gt;you know. it's really difficult to win you... -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;yeah. good that you've finally figured out. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these two little figures are sitting atop my shoulder blades, voices squeaking maniacally.&lt;br /&gt;[i can't concentrate with your annoying midget voice yammering on and on. it's like having stuart little shoved in my ear.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes the voices are going to talk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how things jsut go through your brain and you don't know what to believe and what to think? it's really confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well those that don't wanna read the midget voices and their fight CONTINUE READING HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we found the shirts and it was really nice. really see through plus.. tight round the neck. and just cause i'm not used to it. it feels weird. other than that it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda bored and not blogging properly at the moment soo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[if you don't wish to die, don't mention the word 'birthday' infront of me.] copyrighted-wt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-8931991966322454657?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/8931991966322454657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=8931991966322454657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8931991966322454657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8931991966322454657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-im-going-to-talk-to-myself-little.html' title='first sign of madness...'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-6507571541787501514</id><published>2007-03-21T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:11:13.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evaluating zaki</title><content type='html'>EVALUATING ZAKI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF......&lt;br /&gt;-- I committed suicide: you retard. who ask you commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;-- I said I liked you: notgoingtohappenanytimesoon&lt;br /&gt;-- I kissed you: notgoingtohappenever&lt;br /&gt;-- I lived next door to you: really? then i'd never be bored. like. messaging buddies, only phone's not required.&lt;br /&gt;-- I stole something: from me? kill you.&lt;br /&gt;-- I was hospitalized: go see you with a basket of flowers.~&lt;br /&gt;-- I ran away from home: shove you in a rubbish bin in school. i'd say "hide here."&lt;br /&gt;-- I got into a fight and you weren't there: even if i was, i can't help much cept for the kicking groin shit. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:&lt;br /&gt;-- Personality: kinda retarded and stupid at times but nice overall.&lt;br /&gt;-- Eyes: long lashes too~&lt;br /&gt;-- Face: hmm...*no comments*&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair: Short? what other things can i say?&lt;br /&gt;-- Clothes: rarely see you wearing home clothes.&lt;br /&gt;-- Mannerisms: errr...gd...not bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Who are you? i'm your saviour~&lt;br /&gt;[2] Are we friends? if you'd like to rip the contract i'd gladly take back my money. =] [nvm if you don't get it.]&lt;br /&gt;[3] When and how did we meet? sec 3. class.&lt;br /&gt;[4] How have I affected you? less than i've affected you =]&lt;br /&gt;[5] What do you think of me? lamer, sometimes i just wanna scream at you for doing stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me? i dun really know.&lt;br /&gt;[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies? as long as time allows.&lt;br /&gt;[8] Do you love me? do i? -gives retarded face-&lt;br /&gt;[9] Have I ever hurt you? yeah. you didn't trust me~ -sobs-&lt;br /&gt;[10] Would you hug me? sure. i'm a fan of hugs!!&lt;br /&gt;[11] Would you kiss me? not so much a fan of kisses.&lt;br /&gt;[12] Are we close? we could be.&lt;br /&gt;[13] Emotionally, what stands out? What stands what? makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;[14] Do you wish I was cooler? you don't have to be. just be smarter.&lt;br /&gt;[15] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I? 8.&lt;br /&gt;[16] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. zaki the lamer. [shoves pen in watch. piu piu piu]&lt;br /&gt;[17] Am I loveable? i'll just say yes.&lt;br /&gt;[18] How long have you known me? almost 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;[19] Describe me in one word. funny.&lt;br /&gt;[20] What was your first impression? i don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;[21] Do you still think that way about me now? can't feel 'i don't remember' can i?&lt;br /&gt;[22] What do you think my weakness is? too.... paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;[23] Do you think I'll get married? at the rate you're going. in 20, 30 years maybe.&lt;br /&gt;[24] What about me makes you happy? almost everything =)&lt;br /&gt;[25] What about me makes you sad? almost nothing!&lt;br /&gt;[26] What reminds you of me? retarded actions... [jkjk]&lt;br /&gt;[27] What's something you would change about me? if you changed you won't be zaki.&lt;br /&gt;[28] How well do you know me? know you? not well. know about you? well~&lt;br /&gt;[29] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? nope&lt;br /&gt;[30] Do you think I would kill someone? cept maybe me~&lt;br /&gt;[31] Are you going to put this on your journal/blog and see what I say about you? this is in return to your lame evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you say you can't see my blog? boo hoo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-6507571541787501514?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/6507571541787501514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=6507571541787501514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/6507571541787501514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/6507571541787501514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/evaluating-zaki-what-if.html' title='evaluating zaki'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-3777030244704809501</id><published>2007-03-21T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:10:39.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zaki's evaluation</title><content type='html'>ZAKI'S EVALUATION [damn him retarded ans..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I committed suicide: You die? What other things can happen? Haha&lt;br /&gt;-- I said I liked you: That would I hope never happen&lt;br /&gt;-- I kissed you: Eeww..maybe not.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;-- I lived next door to you: Nightmare.. It will be zaki this and zaki that&lt;br /&gt;-- I stole something: you will get a hell of a time from me!&lt;br /&gt;-- I was hospitalized: come and see you? visiting MAYBE?&lt;br /&gt;-- I ran away from home: you will get lost? cos girls..bad sense of direction&lt;br /&gt;-- I got into a fight and you weren't there: call me and i'll be there..to join in..jkjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:&lt;br /&gt;-- Personality: bubbly, cheerful but a sudden of change of emotions can always happen&lt;br /&gt;-- Eyes: small maybe?&lt;br /&gt;-- Face: hmm...*no comments*&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair: Short? what other things can i say?&lt;br /&gt;-- Clothes: rarely see you wearing home clothes..haha&lt;br /&gt;-- Mannerisms: errr...gd...not bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Who are you? It has gotta be me! who else? =)&lt;br /&gt;[2] Are we friends? err..do i say no here? haha&lt;br /&gt;[3] When and how did we meet? hmm...sec 3? we meet in class right?&lt;br /&gt;[4] How have I affected you? In alot of ways which are too much to say here..&lt;br /&gt;[5] What do you think of me? a gd friend to have and oh so friendly&lt;br /&gt;[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me? when you order me to tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies? as long as time allows? haha&lt;br /&gt;[8] Do you love me? *cough*&lt;br /&gt;[9] Have I ever hurt you? as far as i know, no..?..&lt;br /&gt;[10] Would you hug me? *cough*&lt;br /&gt;[11] Would you kiss me? *cough even more*&lt;br /&gt;[12] Are we close? if we try...LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;[13] Emotionally, what stands out? What stands what? i dun understand..&lt;br /&gt;[14] Do you wish I was cooler? nah..this is okay, i think&lt;br /&gt;[15] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I? hmm...8?&lt;br /&gt;[16] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. weiting the whoopie! So many personalities in 1 person!&lt;br /&gt;[17] Am I loveable? hmm...kinda&lt;br /&gt;[18] How long have you known me? [help him ans - coming 2 years]&lt;br /&gt;[19] Describe me in one word. cool&lt;br /&gt;[20] What was your first impression? very quiet&lt;br /&gt;[21] Do you still think that way about me now? NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;[22] What do you think my weakness is? controlling emotions..&lt;br /&gt;[23] Do you think I'll get married? maybe..who knows..&lt;br /&gt;[24] What about me makes you happy? almost everything =)&lt;br /&gt;[25] What about me makes you sad? almost nothing!&lt;br /&gt;[26] What reminds you of me? weiting?&lt;br /&gt;[27] What's something you would change about me? maybe not..this is okay le..&lt;br /&gt;[28] How well do you know me? not that well but will soon..&lt;br /&gt;[29] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? told you everything&lt;br /&gt;[30] Do you think I would kill someone? nah..u're not a murderer are you?&lt;br /&gt;[31] Are you going to put this on your journal/blog and see what I say about you? duh! what am i doing here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-3777030244704809501?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/3777030244704809501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=3777030244704809501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3777030244704809501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3777030244704809501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/zakis-evaluation.html' title='zaki&apos;s evaluation'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-8596811355948742245</id><published>2007-03-21T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:23:08.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheryl's evaluation</title><content type='html'>SHERYL'S EVALUATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I committed suicide: Let's see.... I dno. Freak, stare alot into space wishing this crazy person would come bck??&lt;br /&gt;-- I said I liked you: "UMMMMM, okay.......... -silence- WHICH WAY?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;-- I kissed you: -raise eyebrows- WILL NOT START TO ANSWER THIS QN. -bashwall-&lt;br /&gt;-- I lived next door to you: "YO!" every 5 min. xD&lt;br /&gt;-- I stole something: "Oo. WHY NVER CALL ME!"&lt;br /&gt;-- I was hospitalized: I would visit you. -nodnod-&lt;br /&gt;-- I ran away from home: LALALA~ stuff you under my com table! MUAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;-- I got into a fight and you weren't there: "DAMN YOU! WHY NVER CALL ME. I JUST SO NICE WANT BASH SOMETHING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:&lt;br /&gt;-- Personality: interesting.&lt;br /&gt;-- Eyes: SHANT SAY.&lt;br /&gt;-- Face: SHANT SAY.&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair: EHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;-- Clothes: ALWAYS THE SAME WANNNNNNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;-- Mannerisms: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Who are you? ME IS ME!&lt;br /&gt;[2] Are we friends? You say leh?&lt;br /&gt;[3] When and how did we meet? US, chi tuition!&lt;br /&gt;[4] How have I affected you? UM. -shrug-&lt;br /&gt;[5] What do you think of me? look up.&lt;br /&gt;[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me? UH. I dno.&lt;br /&gt;[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies? I dno~&lt;br /&gt;[8] Do you love me? which way? -slysmile-&lt;br /&gt;[9] Have I ever hurt you? EH. Can't rmb.&lt;br /&gt;[10] Would you hug me? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[11] Would you kiss me? Depends which part.&lt;br /&gt;[12] Are we close? UM. I dno?&lt;br /&gt;[13] Emotionally, what stands out? -__________- I don't get this qn.&lt;br /&gt;[14] Do you wish I was cooler? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;[15] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I? UH. I dno.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;[16] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. LU JU REN HAO KE! MUAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;[17] Am I loveable? EH. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;[18] How long have you known me? 4+yrs.&lt;br /&gt;[19] Describe me in one word. SIAO&lt;br /&gt;[20] What was your first impression? Interesting.....&lt;br /&gt;[21] Do you still think that way about me now? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[22] What do you think my weakness is? Your low self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;[23] Do you think I'll get married? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[24] What about me makes you happy? Your weird-ness.&lt;br /&gt;[25] What about me makes you sad? UM. I dno.&lt;br /&gt;[26] What reminds you of me? I dno. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;[27] What's something you would change about me? NAH.&lt;br /&gt;[28] How well do you know me? -shrug- Can you even measure tht?&lt;br /&gt;[29] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[30] Do you think I would kill someone? HMM. If you're pissed off enough.&lt;br /&gt;[31] Are you going to put this on your journal/blog and see what I say about you? Already did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-8596811355948742245?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/8596811355948742245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=8596811355948742245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8596811355948742245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8596811355948742245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/sheryls-evaluation.html' title='sheryl&apos;s evaluation'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-265071337598306929</id><published>2007-03-21T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:36:04.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[totally copy and pasted from sher's blog.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever would like to answer this, just copy and paste it on their blog and tag me! I'll go read it. Really curious to know what people think about me. LOL. I'm bored yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I committed suicide:&lt;br /&gt;-- I said I liked you:&lt;br /&gt;-- I kissed you:&lt;br /&gt;-- I lived next door to you:&lt;br /&gt;-- I stole something:&lt;br /&gt;-- I was hospitalized:&lt;br /&gt;-- I ran away from home:&lt;br /&gt;-- I got into a fight and you weren't there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:&lt;br /&gt;-- Personality:&lt;br /&gt;-- Eyes:&lt;br /&gt;-- Face:&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair:&lt;br /&gt;-- Clothes:&lt;br /&gt;-- Mannerisms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;[2] Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;[3] When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;[4] How have I affected you?&lt;br /&gt;[5] What do you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me?&lt;br /&gt;[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?&lt;br /&gt;[8] Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;[9] Have I ever hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;[10] Would you hug me?&lt;br /&gt;[11] Would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;[12] Are we close?&lt;br /&gt;[13] Emotionally, what stands out?&lt;br /&gt;[14] Do you wish I was cooler?&lt;br /&gt;[15] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I?&lt;br /&gt;[16] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;[17] Am I loveable?&lt;br /&gt;[18] How long have you known me?&lt;br /&gt;[19] Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;[20] What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;[21] Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;[22] What do you think my weakness is?&lt;br /&gt;[23] Do you think I'll get married?&lt;br /&gt;[24] What about me makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;[25] What about me makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;[26] What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;[27] What's something you would change about me?&lt;br /&gt;[28] How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;[29] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;[30] Do you think I would kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;[31] Are you going to put this on your journal/blog and see what I say about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-265071337598306929?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/265071337598306929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=265071337598306929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/265071337598306929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/265071337598306929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/totally-copy-and-pasted-from-shers-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-1096635139293999955</id><published>2007-03-21T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:16:44.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evaluating sheryl</title><content type='html'>EVALUATING SHERYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I committed suicide: freak. daze for three days and then bawl.&lt;br /&gt;-- I said I liked you: freak. daze for three days and ask you "which way??"&lt;br /&gt;-- I kissed you: freak. daze for three days and ask "are you alright??"&lt;br /&gt;-- I lived next door to you: walk over and ask you "is my underwear over there?"&lt;br /&gt;-- I stole something: do you need something? i think i could buy it for you if it's not cheaper than $15 cause my prices need to go up. no i'm totally joking.&lt;br /&gt;-- I was hospitalized: freak. visit you and make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;-- I ran away from home: open the door to my house with a smile on my face and hide you in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;-- I got into a fight and you weren't there: man my fist is itching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:&lt;br /&gt;-- Personality: hmm.. attitude at times but not anything i can't live with.&lt;br /&gt;-- Eyes: long lashes~! envy~&lt;br /&gt;-- Face: hmm. no idea.&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair: like your fringe..&lt;br /&gt;-- Clothes: good dress sense. good bod to carry it off. must. improve. dress. sense. on. par. with. sheryl.&lt;br /&gt;-- Mannerisms: what's the diff with this and personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Who are you? lu ju ren hao ke piggy&lt;br /&gt;[2] Are we friends? no. we're enemies from a past life.&lt;br /&gt;[3] When and how did we meet? US. peace prarie [f the spelling] and bbms.&lt;br /&gt;[4] How have I affected you? uh... unable. to. think.&lt;br /&gt;[5] What do you think of me? am i supposed to think or feel?&lt;br /&gt;[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me? um. i dunno, but i like talking to you i guess.&lt;br /&gt;[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies? hope it lasts as long as i want it to last.&lt;br /&gt;[8] Do you love me? love you? i'm obsessed! [joking. Xp]&lt;br /&gt;[9] Have I ever hurt you? i dunno. i think, but do we EVER remember?&lt;br /&gt;[10] Would you hug me? i wanna hug you already since the EMPOWER U thing i have this... obsession about hugging. wanna hug?&lt;br /&gt;[11] Would you kiss me? like... where. i'm pretty open minded. if it was a dare, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;[12] Are we close? are we?&lt;br /&gt;[13] Emotionally, what stands out? totally not catching the ball. and i'm a netballer.&lt;br /&gt;[14] Do you wish I was cooler? naw. i wish you were hotter. [totally messin with you.]&lt;br /&gt;[15] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I? 9. alwasy space to improve ya.&lt;br /&gt;[16] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. HORNY! shan't explain.&lt;br /&gt;[17] Am I loveable? lovable? i know the word bbut not completely understanding it. explain to me on msn.&lt;br /&gt;[18] How long have you known me? uh.. since... uh.. 5years?&lt;br /&gt;[19] Describe me in one word. totally getting inspiration from Si Ning's post. RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;[20] What was your first impression? i dun rmb. i didn't know you were going to be in my schl so ya. and i think it was.. [awfully quiet].. -scratch head-&lt;br /&gt;[21] Do you still think that way about me now? if i did i wouldn't be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;[22] What do you think my weakness is? um. speaking.&lt;br /&gt;[23] Do you think I'll get married? sure.&lt;br /&gt;[24] What about me makes you happy? ??? that you're my friend.&lt;br /&gt;[25] What about me makes you sad? that you're my friend. [contradicting i know. i dun undst it too well either.]&lt;br /&gt;[26] What reminds you of me? uh. the wei ting pillows you and your mum made in states and... the big holes in my pocket..&lt;br /&gt;[27] What's something you would change about me? nothing. if i changed you. you won't be sheryl anymore.&lt;br /&gt;[28] How well do you know me? not very, i've noticed. i can't even tell your favorite color with confidence. i gotta "i guess"&lt;br /&gt;[29] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? sure. lots.&lt;br /&gt;[30] Do you think I would kill someone? me~&lt;br /&gt;[31] Are you going to put this on your journal/blog and see what I say about you? aren't i already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now do mine!! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-1096635139293999955?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/1096635139293999955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=1096635139293999955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1096635139293999955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1096635139293999955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-if.html' title='evaluating sheryl'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-1622882115961398954</id><published>2007-03-16T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:27:14.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. so mindchamps wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. intros and stuff went quite smoothly. but note to self: that's not the class that you'll be with so don't get too hyped up. other than myself, there wass only one other sec four. and she didn't turn up for EMPOWER U today. so.. i'm pretty much sad cause the two girls that i've gotten to know are in sec two and sec three. which is NOT the same class as me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. EMPOWER you is sort of like a.. course/thing that requires alot of interaction and 'stepping out of your comfort zone' kind of thing. oh well. the two aussies that are the presentors in this course are really funny.&lt;br /&gt;i'll elaborate on that more some other time. right now i have not many hours for sleep. it's a whole day thing tmr and the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have fucking alot of things to do!!! no~&lt;br /&gt;shit. i'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F uck&lt;br /&gt;E verything&lt;br /&gt;A nd&lt;br /&gt;R un&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-1622882115961398954?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/1622882115961398954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=1622882115961398954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1622882115961398954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1622882115961398954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-8863524292025086179</id><published>2007-03-14T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:56:59.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o.. kay. so now my face is so flushed that i actually look drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the reason for the flushed-ness. netball training since 9 to 12. okay. so now my hands are a whole two shades darker than before. omg omg omg. damn the sun. okay no.. don't damn the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. buggied on down to bugis later on to buy bag. yay!! lova lova lova. thanks and arigato to baolin who so nicely pei-ed my down to bugis.. the place is.. great. next time i shall arrange for us to go to bugis and buy clothes together!!! yay! but for now. must control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's get sushan wenyan to go with us! yay. and baolin won't come so.. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i need shorts to wear to whatsit. uh. mindchamps tmr. they don't recommend skirts. or actually they just said. don't wear skirts. so.. FINE. what else am i supposed to wear besides skirts! i have NOTHING else!! gah. so NOW what... damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to wear~!&lt;br /&gt;help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. uh.. i could... uh.. i have nothing. damn damn damn damn. excuse my cursing while i ponder what to wear tmr. anyone can lend me some nice shorts or something? go shopping with me tmr morn before i go for the damned mind champs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need shorts!!! and shirt.. ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn anyways. uh. yeah. i have nothing. so. tootles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-8863524292025086179?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/8863524292025086179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=8863524292025086179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8863524292025086179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/8863524292025086179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/o.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-3935226098580851776</id><published>2007-03-13T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:12:42.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hufflepuff Capricorns are extraordinarily hard workers. Their sense of duty is strong, and they have enough discipline to manage not just themselves, but a whole army of people if needs be. They take joy in being useful to other people, so are often quite helpful whether as lab partners or in their chosen careers (often in the Ministry of Magic). However, because they also make good leaders and want to get ahead in the world due to having more ambition than the average Hufflepuff, they tend to get selected for positions of authority, where they soon make themselves indispensable. They're good at organizing things. Hogwarts should always have a Hufflepuff Capricorn somewhere on the administration, to make sure all affairs are actually in order (all those head-in-the-clouds creative types on the faculty; good heavens, where would Hogwarts be if there was no way of balancing them with down to earth perspective?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this could be more relavent to my old char.. i duno nothing.. lalalal.... totally random and broed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-3935226098580851776?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/3935226098580851776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=3935226098580851776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3935226098580851776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/3935226098580851776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hufflepuff-capricorns-are.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-5596074761114602318</id><published>2007-03-12T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:19:05.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the sake of the people who have been &lt;s&gt;pestering me&lt;/s&gt; encouraging me to update my blog. i shall try posting more regularly..&lt;br /&gt;as you all may notice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got signed up for this weird course about [mind champs] and a champion midset or whatnot at TPHDBHub...&lt;br /&gt;i am SO screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. i love coaching!! lmao. go there and slack and talk to the senior team about hanakimi.. it's funnn.. and i like ms kong more than the stupid short bucktooth teacher that kept staring at me. F off..&lt;br /&gt;and the sad this is.. they may scrape netball (xishan) if they can't find a teacher to take over. so ms kong and the other teacher said they may try psycho-ing Imran to go take over netball...&lt;br /&gt;boo.. and there was this biggie fuss about their jerseys.. which the top is EXACTLY the same as the jersey i wore in sec two..&lt;br /&gt;just that the bottom ours is red theirs in blue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going down to bugis to buy stuff and kino to buy book for flabbyleader before tuition.. RUSH!!&lt;br /&gt;=] yays.. i finally get to go stretch my feet...&lt;br /&gt;better than squeasing down to suntec when they're having the stupid IT fair.. and there's like.. freakin lot of ppl...&lt;br /&gt;kuishin-bo rocks man! i really eat until i cannot stomach any more.&lt;br /&gt;felt like kou-ing my mouth and dislocating my jaw like wuzun cause i was REALLY full... how many times can i get REALLY full?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. with that long post i hope my &lt;s&gt;pests&lt;/s&gt; fanclub will be pleased.. tootles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a look at my own quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i finally goberserk, you better hope i don't have a knife with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-5596074761114602318?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/5596074761114602318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=5596074761114602318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5596074761114602318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/5596074761114602318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-sake-of-people-who-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-1171841784882830830</id><published>2007-03-04T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:47:50.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw cao ge at j8..&lt;br /&gt;which was completely retarded cause his autograph session starts at 3. we got there round 4.30+ and it was over. either that or it hadn't started cause there was NO ONE. like.. NONE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around and around 5+ we saw him at hagen daz with the reporters and i swear that i wouldn't have noticed him if not for the security guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked pass hagen daz and i was like.. whao. and my bro was like.. saying he heard this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caoge: wo wei ni chi hao ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause he was eating chocolate fondue.. DAMN..&lt;br /&gt;after that, we stood outside best and stared. lol.&lt;br /&gt;following which my aunty went to stand opp the top of the 8 doors and we went over. then we walked pass them and the stupid security guard don't know how to rang lu de. he just HAD to make me turn side ways to pass him. f la.. my aunt says that cao ge's shorter than me.. really meh.. he got so short meh.. but he got tuo bei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we followed them down the escalator and he went down to the basment level and we didn't follow. seems he was leaving..&lt;br /&gt;what about the autograph session then??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he finish signing within one hour meh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-1171841784882830830?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/1171841784882830830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=1171841784882830830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1171841784882830830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/1171841784882830830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-saw-cao-ge-at-j8.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-7118691145741521530</id><published>2007-03-03T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T14:17:14.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;cartmen&lt;/strong&gt;: Kyle's mom is the one that started that damn club and all because she's a big, fat, stupid bitch-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle&lt;/strong&gt;: don't say it cartmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cartmen&lt;/strong&gt;: welllllll~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle&lt;/strong&gt;: don't do it cartmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cartmen&lt;/strong&gt;: wellllll~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle&lt;/strong&gt;: i'm warning you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cartmen&lt;/strong&gt;: okay okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle&lt;/strong&gt;: i'm getting pretty sick of him calling my mum a - (bitch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cartmen&lt;/strong&gt;: weeelllll,&lt;br /&gt;kyle's mom's a bitch, she's a big fat bitch,&lt;br /&gt;she's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world,&lt;br /&gt;she's a stupid bitch, if there ever was a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;she's a bitch to all the boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle&lt;/strong&gt;: shut your fucking mout cartmen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday she's a bitch on tuesday she's a bitch&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday thru saturday she's a bitch&lt;br /&gt;then on sunday just to be different, she's a super king kamehameha biotch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cartmen&lt;/strong&gt;: come on you all know the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever met my friend kyle's Mom,&lt;br /&gt;she's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world,&lt;br /&gt;she's a mean old bitch, and she has stupid hair,&lt;br /&gt;she's a bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch&lt;br /&gt;bitch, bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch she's a stupid bitch,&lt;br /&gt;kyle's mom's a bitch,and she's just a dirty bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to kids around the world,it might go a little bit something like this...&lt;br /&gt;(sung in three different languages by other children)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever met my friend kyle's mom,&lt;br /&gt;she's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world,&lt;br /&gt;she's a mean old bitch, and she has stupid hair,&lt;br /&gt;she's a bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch&lt;br /&gt;bitch, bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch. she's a stupid bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stan&lt;/strong&gt;: uh cartmen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyle's mom's a bitch,and she's such a dirty bitch;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really mean it, kyle's mom,&lt;br /&gt;she's a big fat, uglyy bitch&lt;br /&gt;big old fat fuckin' bitch,&lt;br /&gt;kyle's mommmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhhh, chaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cartmen&lt;/strong&gt;: what? ... uah.. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cracks up-&lt;br /&gt;after singing the word bitch too many times, it loses it's meaning..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7118691145741521530?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/7118691145741521530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=7118691145741521530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7118691145741521530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7118691145741521530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/weeelllll-kyles-moms-bitch-shes-big-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-6294675658119784131</id><published>2007-03-02T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T21:40:05.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weiting is feeling</title><content type='html'>pissed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, but things wouldn't have gotten to be like this if there wasn't another person in this thing.&lt;br /&gt;now the whole level knows and are you going to accuse us of spreading rumors again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no stand in this, but after reading a particular piece of paper, i have huoungous unspeakable fire boiling deep in my head.&lt;br /&gt;i believe that after reading said material, anyone would get irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and besides, i dun like people to scold my friends, [only i can do that =] ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLABBIES AND FLABBERS UNITE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-6294675658119784131?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/6294675658119784131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=6294675658119784131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/6294675658119784131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/6294675658119784131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/03/weiting-is-feeling.html' title='weiting is feeling'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-7443910165839708407</id><published>2007-02-16T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:40:17.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY celebrations!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!! the performances were SOOOO damn nice la!!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know that AMKSS had so many 'tian cai's. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during recess [didn't eat] jasper, sushan, sheryl were playing vball [with my ball which now resides in Sheryl's house.] and it fell down cause.. it fell down.&lt;br /&gt;landed in the hands of Mr. Siva.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahah.. Si Liao.&lt;br /&gt;So me and sushan zhuang dan. We went down and she called him on the staff room phone. When he walked out and i said. 'Hi, Mr. Siva' And su shan suddenly. "Mr. Sivaa~"&lt;br /&gt;"yes?"&lt;br /&gt;"uh. just now that ball my friend dropped it." &lt;div&gt;"-silence- and who are these friends."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"of course cannot say la"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"and they sent girls to come and take back?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"aiyah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why was it up there in the first place?"&lt;br /&gt;"cause we were planning to go play after school."&lt;br /&gt;"oh, so now warm up issit?"&lt;br /&gt;"no la. we were passing the ball then the ball drop."&lt;br /&gt;"aw. so who was the one who dropped it? i heard it was yu hao right?"&lt;br /&gt;"oO? huh? who's yu hao??"&lt;br /&gt;"-opens door and points at vball-"&lt;br /&gt;"i go in take ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[along the lines la..]] good thing he in good mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had the class deco competition. In which i think that we were just sitting around being lame. [oh yeah, no one took the decos off...]&lt;br /&gt;and they came up with funny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kiong&lt;/b&gt; xi fa cai&lt;br /&gt;nian nian you &lt;b&gt;Xin yu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poo Poo&lt;/b&gt; gao sheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wan Shi&lt;/b&gt; ru yi&lt;br /&gt;shen yi xin &lt;b&gt;xue long&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ji &lt;b&gt;xiang&lt;/b&gt; ru yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yi jing came up with her own, totally NON auspicious phrase.&lt;br /&gt;tong gui &lt;b&gt;yi jing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh my ass off man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun.&lt;br /&gt;went to cc played vball.&lt;br /&gt;sat there while they played bball.&lt;br /&gt;defeats the purpose of me going in the first place. [it was odd number. i dun wanna be extra.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which we went to Sheryl's house to wait for Kai Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met her round.. 3+&lt;br /&gt;and then went to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;walked around many shops, saw nothing i liked. WASTED $15 on the FLH xie zhen when it's like.. 6+ pages of pictures only..&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;then couldn't find anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eat niu rou mian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to orchard. walked to... uh.. many shops.. tried clothes at S &amp; K.. but the sizes were too small!! ah !! and i'm too fat!!&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;br /&gt;wasted alot of their time there. Sheryl bought some prettiful clothes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to... uh.. Giordano.. and they half forced me into buying clothes..&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda unwilling then but now.. i think it's nice.. apart from my shen cai.. =[&lt;br /&gt;anyways..&lt;br /&gt;thank you kaili and sheryl for wasting your tiem with me.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for making you miss hana kimi and having instead to watch it off youtube.. i'm sorry!! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;paiseh..&lt;br /&gt;i just... think that slim clothes are meant for people like. sheryl and kaili..&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. slim down.&lt;br /&gt;2. get thing to better enhance and support oranges.&lt;br /&gt;3. slim down.&lt;br /&gt;4. get good grades.&lt;br /&gt;5. slim down.&lt;br /&gt;6. save money to buy clothes once i have slimmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-7443910165839708407?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/7443910165839708407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=7443910165839708407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7443910165839708407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/7443910165839708407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-celebrations-ahhh-performances-were.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-117051560228397136</id><published>2007-02-03T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:20:23.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i have come across the funniest ouran avatars ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b152/meagimoo/Ouran%20Avatars/tht41517865.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b152/meagimoo/Ouran%20Avatars/tht41517858.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao..&lt;br /&gt;shit that.. funnyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b152/meagimoo/Ouran%20Avatars/th7377.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n214/shannny2k/Ouran%20Host%20Club/index7jw.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let's get VH a roarin again shall we!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b152/meagimoo/Ouran%20Avatars/th1397956.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao lmao lmao lmao!!! Jack Sparrow COPIER!!! Xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Bamba is a great show. old. butnice all the same. it's a true story about famous but ill-fated rocknroll singer Ritchie Valens. Real name Richie Valenzuela. He shot to fame when he was.. 17. and died in a plane crash after releasing i dunno how many songs. sadd... &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093378/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have a million dollars, i would buy all the dvds of shows that i like. and then i would stack them all in my cupboard. and skim through them whenever i wanna watch a touching, action, or and genre [except horror] that i wanna watch. but i don't have a million dollars so i'll just live with the thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda can't believe that the actor for La Bamba is still so young. i was thinking that he should be like.. 60+.. but that's cause i didn't know it was shot in 1987..&lt;br /&gt;20 years ago. just nice. &lt;br /&gt;the actor, Lou Diamond Phillips was born in.. 1962.. so hes 45.. and he shot the show when he was 25.. showing a 17 year old. he sure looked refresing then.. kinda looks weird now.. &lt;br /&gt;but he was OH SO REFRESHING THEN.. ah whatever..&lt;br /&gt;nice show. =] i think.. my 3rd time watching.. over a span of 6 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah! o...kay.. i'm so glad i saw the show first. then the real person.. just for those who wanna see how he really looks like.. &lt;a href="http://www.ritchievalens.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Steven Valenzuela (May 13, 1941 – February 3, 1959), better known as Ritchie Valens, was a pioneer of rock and roll and was a Mexican-American with Yaqui American Indian roots born in the Pacoima district of Los Angeles[1], became the first Mexican American rock and roll star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad... he was only 17... you gotta read the wikipedia thing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ritchie_Valens"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ritchie_Valens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f199/Chuchotementauxloup/happyholidays.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhhhh ~ love! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i301/naicha_lover/sevrah-ouran-86-battle.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawaii desu ne! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is hilarious. but has no encoding..&lt;br /&gt;http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d6/vd_avvies_2/h%20-%20p/ouran/what_who_where.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic is really nice.. just that it doesn't look right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n234/kunau-kihaku/Ouran_Koukou_Host_Club_by_Zaphk1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n234/kunau-kihaku/Ouran_Koukou_Host_Club_by_Zaphk1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l235/mihzuki/Ouran%20icons/nani.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/stackyisme/Ouran%20Host%20Club/King_and_Queen_of_Hearts_by_bagsyba.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg like KAWAII!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j115/tracymak526/Fahrenheit/feel003yp2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;random FLH picture. more to come =] huixian! stay put..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e197/joycelyn_yuching/Fahrenheit/wangdongchengandtangyuzhe.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyaaaahh tang yu zhe!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n212/hitomito/Fahrenheit/gifs/JiroXsmack_mila_kamenashi.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just... disturbing.. lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.. photobucket has no more fahrenheit pics. shall check. fei lun hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j292/darkice_kitsune/Ouran%20High%20School%20Host%20Club/foodfight.gif&lt;br /&gt;love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l52/sossmp/Sailor%20Moon/Inner%20Senshi/raremars.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;super random. excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/desert_lily/anime/ouran%20high%20school%20host%20club/coasters-mori.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn they have coasters!!!&lt;br /&gt;and the whole set summore!! link for kaili if interested... http://photobucket.com/images/search/ouran/?p=103&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the candy in america... reeses. the halloween candy with three striped color [yellow orange and white] in triangle shape. tootsie rolls.. gah.. and the alaskan crab legs.. *salivates* shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/Pereppi/Icons/Ouran%20Koukou%20Host%20Club/10286034-3.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute couple kaili!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c271/Cacau_Toledo/Seramyu/CD%20Covers/PrettyGuardianSoldierSailorMoonE-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're missing chibiusa ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/Pereppi/Icons/Ouran%20Koukou%20Host%20Club/5786099-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i like this most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c283/Gazonc/anime%20and%20other%20pictures/Ouran%20High%20School%20Host%20Club/OuranHighSchoolHostClub01003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's no more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-117051560228397136?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/117051560228397136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=117051560228397136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/117051560228397136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/117051560228397136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-i-have-come-across-funniest.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b152/meagimoo/Ouran%20Avatars/th_tht41517865.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-117015496052342807</id><published>2007-01-30T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:04:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darn ass idiot deleted his myspace account.. darn him..&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to keep in touch with him.. you know. just for old time sakes..&lt;br /&gt;[ps. i've gotten over him.. proud to say. three years is enough Xp]&lt;br /&gt;but noooo.. he HAD to go and delete his account.  i should've saved his picture.. he looked hilarious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: i canceled my account &lt;br /&gt;Body: keep in touch...&lt;br /&gt;972 613 5337&lt;br /&gt;_playground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn you playground.&lt;br /&gt;blah.. ah well. shall not care.&lt;br /&gt;ni zou ni de yang wan dao, wo zou wo de du mu qiao. =]&lt;br /&gt;yay my chi!  but i dunno how to write.. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for Fahrenheit AS (autograph session) on 29/01/07&lt;br /&gt;DAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMN alot of people.. &lt;br /&gt;SQUEEZESQUEEZESQUEEZE until like rodea liddat... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. it was all worth it.. just to see four handsome young guys who are.... really... handsome. &lt;br /&gt;and they're really nice.. (although i'm thinking it's all for show [deep in my heart])&lt;br /&gt;but.. oh well.. &lt;br /&gt;their hands are biggg..&lt;br /&gt;now i'm a crazy FLH fanatic and i will ... continue to be one as long as their ASs don't clash with studying.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to sheryl's house round.. 10+ and reached JE round... 11+.&lt;br /&gt;thought we were being early.. so we went to the night market.. in broad daylight.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;bought some food to eat.. and then took a shuttle bus to IMM..&lt;br /&gt;we kinda walked around there as well. and then went in search of the stage. we went all the way up to the fifth floor only to find that it was on the first floor. waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got there. i thought *what the hell. there's so many people!!!*&lt;br /&gt;the line was... darn long.. &lt;br /&gt;hold on while i try to draw it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c113/wei_ting/FLHAS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c113/wei_ting/FLHAS.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see. black shade means people.. and look at the amount of people.. like.. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;it's really crowded. so. sat down with sheryl and then waited for germaine and friends.&lt;br /&gt;they're all nice people.&lt;br /&gt;the fanclub peeps are nice too. they got like. a bunch. [i mean really a BIGG bunch] of postcards [mostly casino royale ones] and handed them out saying if you wanna write anything you can. and they'll pass the whole stack to FLH. &lt;br /&gt;so then one of the people behind us asked if there's any chance we'll get to see them.&lt;br /&gt;then the topic changed to amount of people [i dunno why]&lt;br /&gt;and the fan club person said. &lt;br /&gt;"ni men qian mian you da yue yi qian dao liang qian ge ren (1000-2000). ni men HOU mian hai you da yue yi qian dao liang qian ge ren (1000-2000). wo bu neng que ding hui bu hui pai dao.."&lt;br /&gt;i was SHOCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came stampede time.&lt;br /&gt;everyone squeezed into the building cause th people infront compressed themselves...&lt;br /&gt;so we were.. by the carpark entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got shifted and shifted and cut off and shifted.&lt;br /&gt;made big fusses and stuff. and then me and sheryl ended up at the corridor by the food court.&lt;br /&gt;by round.. 5+ people started screaming. i dunno why.. dun ask me. i think cause they were moving.. [???]&lt;br /&gt;then by 6.01 we heard more screams. turns out ma li was here le.. then by i think... 6.10+ FLH were out and singing/ dancing. of course i could see noth. which was the whole irritating part. regret not seeing aaron dance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then squeezeeee.. and then we shifted into the barricade. and that was the WORST part of it all...&lt;br /&gt;ribcages being squashed. feet being stepped on. lungs getting no air. luckilly i was by the side. =D&lt;br /&gt;then there was a point of time where we stood there for bout.. 30mins and didn't move AT ALL. "crowd control" or so they said...&lt;br /&gt;by... 8+ CY left. and me and sheryl continued being squished.&lt;br /&gt;we saw jingke/huiru/otheramksians there. while we were stuck in the barricade and they were free OUTSIDE.. &lt;br /&gt;by.. 9+ things started to get oogley.. it didn't seem like there would be a chance to get our albums autographed. and everyone was getting panicky.. &lt;br /&gt;puching shoving .. pig sty. &lt;br /&gt;then they said they would stop by 10. and we weren't even in the front of the long queue. [they split it into two to control the crowd.]&lt;br /&gt;so.. then suddenly there was sprinting, and pushing the barricades aside. and then running and shouting "bu yao zou!" &lt;br /&gt;which was really laughable.. [even though i wanted to say it too..]&lt;br /&gt;then by luck by chance, we got pushed to the front. me and sheryl seperated and i was stuck around germaine and friend area.. which was BEHIND sheryl.. then the fun part comes.&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT TO SIGN!!! =]]]]&lt;br /&gt;and thus i was in the zig zag area.. yay.&lt;br /&gt;and then i was taking pictures with a HUMONGOUS water bottle in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;and then i was on the stage waitign for qu zhun to finish signing the previous lyrics book. &lt;br /&gt;shook hands and he said "jia you. xie xie.." shouldn't we be the ones saying jia you.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then ya lun said "xie xie." and i sorta kinda WHISPERED "jia you" heh..&lt;br /&gt;then the funny part. &lt;br /&gt;cause from the start the whole thing was... messed up. &lt;br /&gt;meaning. if i'm in front of wu zhun. my album is not yet signed.&lt;br /&gt;like.. &lt;br /&gt;chenyiru. dadong. yalun. chun.&lt;br /&gt;album.    album.  album. album.  mine.&lt;br /&gt;moumou.   mou mou.moumou.me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;br /&gt;chenyiru. dadong. yalun. chun.&lt;br /&gt;album.    album.  album. mine.&lt;br /&gt;moumou.   moumou. me.    moumou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my album will always be a person behind me.&lt;br /&gt;so. after crossing from yalun to dadong, i was too busy staring at yalun to pay attn. so when i turned, i thought jiro was supposed to shake my hand. turns out not. was the person infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;so. gan ga. retracted my arm and then he shook that girls hand. turned to me, laughed and stuck out his hand smiling.&lt;br /&gt;funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then chen yi ru said "xie xie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got off stag feeling HAPPPPYYY..&lt;br /&gt;and hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard yalun say "xin ku ni le" to the person infront of me.. shit. =[&lt;br /&gt;ah well.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;germaine should be the happiest.&lt;br /&gt;"da dong ni hen shuai"&lt;br /&gt;"ni ye hen ke ai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH&lt;br /&gt;hyper. =p&lt;br /&gt;damn hyper... &lt;br /&gt;got home round.. 11+&lt;br /&gt;slept and 12+ and now i'm dead.. f shit.!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-117015496052342807?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/117015496052342807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=117015496052342807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/117015496052342807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/117015496052342807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/01/darn-ass-idiot-deleted-his-myspace.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-116988970854075559</id><published>2007-01-27T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T17:25:28.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my heart is telling me not to look, &lt;br /&gt;but my brain isn't.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, &lt;br /&gt;my eyes look.&lt;br /&gt;and i see.&lt;br /&gt;see things that i'd rather not see.&lt;br /&gt;but have to sccept either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are never wrong. i can recognize a person no matter &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; they become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel... really pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm dealing with this &lt;i&gt;alone&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah... &lt;br /&gt;forget all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to flag day today. really sian.&lt;br /&gt;some good hearted people out there and some really idiotic, no heart people. &lt;br /&gt;thanks for the present. it's superuper cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm trying to pry my eyes away from web. but it's not working.&lt;br /&gt;shit fuck damn bloodyhell.&lt;br /&gt;i am bloody f*ed up. &lt;br /&gt;shit my stupid brain.&lt;br /&gt;shoot myself.&lt;br /&gt;if i was in... america.&lt;br /&gt;if. though.&lt;br /&gt;IF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even tell which is his CURRENT gf.. ah crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-116988970854075559?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/116988970854075559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=116988970854075559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/116988970854075559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/116988970854075559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-heart-is-telling-me-not-to-look-but.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-116979320422347834</id><published>2007-01-26T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T14:33:24.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years</title><content type='html'>i'm finally blogging. and for the weirdest feelings..&lt;br /&gt;i feel..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing a familiar face that you know you will never get to see again is so.. weird.&lt;br /&gt;seeing the usual weirdness around him.. makes me feel all... reminince-y...&lt;br /&gt;it feels weird.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i was about to forget him. but no. i don't. which is the whole ironic thing about forgetting but constantly searching.&lt;br /&gt;this is so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes have gone by..for.. quite a while.. and while i'm rotting away in school, time passes by.&lt;br /&gt;i am a SENIOR.&lt;br /&gt;HAH. i feel like a senior. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;yay.. it's not till this year that i have the.. SENIOR feeling..&lt;br /&gt;but.. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;coaching is fun. cause i don't have to do anything. though there's one thing that i HAVE to do.. &lt;br /&gt;INSTILL MANNERS IN THE PRIMARY SCHOOL STUDENTS.&lt;br /&gt;at least a "thank you trainers" would be good.&lt;br /&gt;at least a "good bye" would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING..&lt;br /&gt;come on.. you're in PRI 6! you have greeted teachers for 6 years. don't you know how to greet your sec three and four trainers?&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go finish up my chinese tuition homework before i have to leave for my tuition.&lt;br /&gt;and continue thinking of the face that made me so.... aggrivated for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;suan... i'll give you more than three years now.. seeing as i can't even manage it in three years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-116979320422347834?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/116979320422347834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=116979320422347834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/116979320422347834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/116979320422347834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/01/3-years.html' title='3 years'/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-116868080297181299</id><published>2007-01-13T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T17:40:01.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this sucks this sucks!!&lt;br /&gt;SHERYL!!! &lt;br /&gt;Silver Winters and Violet Winters' sortings are still on there.&lt;br /&gt;i mean the response from the hat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Winters&lt;br /&gt;So your heart mind says Slytherin hmm? Well i'm afraid that just won't do. You are far too kind and loyal to be put into such a cut throat house. You'd be ripped apart. I think you stand for friendship and being loyal to those bonds. As well, you've got a heart of gold, and there is only one house worthy of such a strong heart HUFFLEPUFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet Winters &lt;br /&gt;I may not be fashionable (anymore, anyway!), but I sure do know how to divide up first years into thier proper places. And yours just happens to be&lt;br /&gt;HUFFLEPUFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still under the Sorting Vh Year 9!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go find Lovington..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well.. i actually thought Lovington was real old.. looking throuhg VH Year 4.. only cause that was the oldest one they had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... Snowy is no where to be found.. somehow or rather i guess they failed to keep her sorting.. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah my eyes sting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. browsing again. they had our marks, miraculously..&lt;br /&gt;i found mine!!&lt;br /&gt;Silver Winters A&lt;br /&gt;A?!?!?! Acceptable?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Drats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't find Violet and was wondering why until i read the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to have attended at least half of the 6 lessons (that's 3) to receive a grade here. 5th years had to have attended at least 2 lessons because they have no exam to affect their final grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hor hor... you didn't attend lessons did you.... hor hor.. hhaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our 'classmates' have all achieved higher marks then me!!&lt;br /&gt;Kelsie Lennox O&lt;br /&gt;'Outstanding'! can you believe it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going crazy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-116868080297181299?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/116868080297181299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=116868080297181299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/116868080297181299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/116868080297181299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-sucks-this-sucks-sheryl-silver.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20917071.post-116858240252812945</id><published>2007-01-12T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T14:13:22.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg omg... goose pimples..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20917071-116858240252812945?l=-denial-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/feeds/116858240252812945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20917071&amp;postID=116858240252812945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/116858240252812945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20917071/posts/default/116858240252812945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-denial-.blogspot.com/2007/01/omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>notsoSUNNILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328401519704458348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
